I, Me, Mine.
I have a wide nose, with a bump down the ride.
I have curling blonde hair with a wave in the tide.
I have a prominent jaw and cheeks that are high.
I have colourful eyes and they'll tell you no lie.
My mouth may be small, but one inch wide.
But I have full plump lips, behind them pearls hide.
My roots may be showing, betraying my trust.
But my dark lashes keeps going, keeping me lush.
My skin is clean, yet hidden by powder.
The make-up is present, keeping me prouder.
Two ovals I have, big and with secrets.
My heart they betray, and show you my weakness.
I am shy, I am loud, I am riddled, yet opened.
But my love you will gain, and find friendship quite pontent.
LivePicture a rhyme, a lyric, a song.
Now, picture us dancing,
picture no wrong.
Picture a memory, a feeling, a thought.
Just, picture a threehouse,
Picture where you grew up.
Picture your funeral, with flowers and dome.
Please, picture your family,
Picture never coming home.
Look out the window, look at the stars.
Just, deal with yourself
Deal with your scars.
Put on a smile and with it your shoes.
Remember, the world is posibilities,
Now go out and choose.
HeroSeize the day, oh hero of mine,
The enemies watch, biding their time.
Ready be you, who concures not falls,
Ready to break their prisoners walls.
The magic that lives and breathes in our land,
Find you it will, and leave you it's brand.
Oh force that whithers and sleeks through the mist,
It will power you up, and power is this.
The wind that grows strong, and breaks down the house,
Crunching every wall, every man, every mouse.
Muscle of men, will fight but not prevail,
For power can break, every bone in every male.
Heaven, if true, awaits me with spite,
If you cannot win and bring in the light.
I will stand by my window, waiting for you,
For in this life, that is what I am to do.
If daylight comes, and brings you to fight,
I will rise again, and I will struggle with might.
So I wait, I dream hoping tomorrow will come,
That I too soon will hear the wars beating drum.