Shakespeare? O.o

When all the world's a stage
and the script leads you astray
just pause before the ending,
take a moment, think, and say,
"No, this isn't right,
it's not supposed to end like this!
Think of all the happiness,
the friends, the love i'll miss!"
And hopefully they'll listen,
give you another try...
But "No," they say, "you can't,
for it's time for you to die.
If you'd done right, and played your part,
it wouldn't have to be this way!
Just sleep, now, in the dead of night,
and wake to death in the light of day."

I'm Done...

I wonder if she'll read this

I wonder if she'll care

I wonder why I wonder this

I wonder who'll be there

when I'm too sad and lonely

to go on anymore

I wonder what I'm doing here,

and what I'm waiting for...

I wonder if she wondered this

I'll wait, but not for her

Someday I'll be back to me

someday I'll fight the blur

Someday she'll come find me

Someone, someday, will care

Someday might come too late...

Someday I won't be there

Cos someday I'll give up,

in looking for the one

Cuz someday is today,

And today,

I say,

I'm done.

Maria

I think people think too much of things
when they wonder about life and what it brings
and they wonder about love and where they can find it
when it's right under their nose, but of course they're blinded
by her, in her glory, in her beauty and grace,
her body, her soul, her heart, her face...
it's too much to take in, it's confusing at times
even writing, it's hard, when she screws up your rhymes...
but in confusion you can find things, so I guess you could say
maybe sometimes it's ok to feel that way.
Either way, all it takes is to go with the flow
Because once it's all over, well, then, babe, you'll know
if it's real, or a dream, or a fallacy of heart,
that I'll stay with you, when the sky falls apart...

Crystal

There was a girl named Crystal
She lived inside her head
Forever she was dismal
Infinitely she bled.
She shunned all those around her
the world, she didnt trust
the girls, with all their drama,
the boys, with all their lust
one love was too many...
one heartbreak was too much...
of course, she knew she shouldn't
but she wanted but his touch
to feel his arms around her
his warmth against her skin
the heart she was without
the soul he held within
It's too late for that now, though,
for long ago he left
he left her broken hearted
he left her heart bereft

he left her suicidal
he left her, in her head
he left her always dismal
he left her
all but dead

Not Yet Named

How could u do this...
I- no, nevermind
I was wrong to think
you could be anything but kind
I'm sorry that- no!
I won't! Not again!
I love you too much
I can't be your friend!
Well, then again...
No no, don't you see!?
You never even
cared about me!
Ugh, forget it
just let me cry
I know I'd regret it.
Good, don't say goodbye...