the forgotten

And as I sit there in class
My fingers almost numb but I don’t notice I’m too busy wondering
If I’m the only one who knew
Or who didn’t know
About these women
Forgotten written out of history like it didn’t happen
We know of those people who didn’t believe the holocaust happened
Those crazies that want to rewrite 6 million graves to say other names
And other faces in other ways
That it wasn’t the gun put to the back of their heads
The water in the showers mustn’t have been to clean
Those mass graves were just people digging to china
Trying to find a way out
But what about those women
Those women who never had the option of dying
That were used for nothing but comforting the enemy
In ways they couldn’t imagine
What’s comforting about a 3 by 3 by 8 shed
And the tears they bled for what
To be forgotten by those they wanted to forget
Spent years trying to erase the faces from
Memories burn deeper than wounds
You can’t cover them with clothes
The burns that appear in your dreams
In your screams
In your shouts that go unheard
We need to remember the thousands
Of screams we never listened close enough
But we can now make sure that our children
Listen
To us
Don’t forget about the ones we were meant to forget
Go beyond what it says
Find out what it means

your the...

your my bottom of the tea cup
the icing on the cake
the snow flake you catch
or angle you make
your the lick of the spoon

if you were the

if you were the candle i'd be your flame
and if your were the lion i'd be your mane
if you were the lighter i'd be your spark
and if you were the daylight i'd be your dark

if you were the glitter i'd be your glue
if for no other reason i'd be suck on you
if you were the mac i'd be your cheese
if you were the beggar i'd be your please

...

the one in my song

i wonder why it took me
this long
to find out that you'd be
the one in my song
the one i'd try to write into my dreams

and im thinking about how you looked at night
whether you were smiling when
i turned out the light

but i know when i leaned in i caught your eye
and i didn't need the light to tell me
if you smiled
cuz the shape of your lips can't tell a lie

lost to a dream

i live for the mornings of uncertainty
when i wake only
to be unsure of what is
dream and what is not
the reality of your skin
touching mine
leaves me euphorically lost

i struggle to convince myself
to open my eyes for fear
it will all be lost to a dream