If You Broke Free

Take a second and close your eyes.

Look inside yourself and kick out their lies.

See,

All this time they planted a seed.

Watering that shit, now inside you's a weed.

At birth, they got scared of what you could be.

Potential unbound, so they locked it with no key.

They spin you around. Got you feeling lost.

Dreams you once had out the window they tossed.

Now you look at success and think "that's not for me."

Feeling out of place like a fish trying to climb a tree.

Just realize, it's how society believes it has to skew

Because they're scared of all the things you might do.

Trying to keep you in place so you can't be better.

Don't want you winning the race for that varsity letter.

That's why life feels like the Most Dangerous Game

And when you act differently they tell you you're lame.

Rip out the weed and break out of their cuffs.

Know you are a genius and your skills are good enough.

This world needs you to break the mundane chain.

Let your potential thrive and see society wane.

The world would be much better if you broke free.

Now open up your eyes and let yourself see.

All that you can be...

If you'd let yourself be...

True Beauty Will Never Die

Screw beauty magazines.

You're more beautiful

than you'll ever know.

For beauty runs deeper

than external beauty shows.

Sure, some people are stunning

with flawless, gorgeous looks.

But their personality's empty

after you feel their hooks.

One day you'll learn, I hope,

that external beauty fades.

But the emptiness of their core

will always remain the same.

Let me close my blind eyes

and feel what I fail to see.

How the beauty of your soul

is what really enraptures me.

Let me dance to the vibrations

of the beat of your pure heart.

Showing me your internal sunshine.

Lighting my darkness from the start.

I admit

Your looks turned my head;

your cuteness caught my eye.

But those looks will soon fade

while your true beauty will never die.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful.

I don't care what they say.

Magazines don't know you.

No attention do they pay.

Look into the mirror, stare,

and tell it to go the heck away.

Your reflection shows without it.

In what you do, think, and say.

And that's all that should matter today.

Ashes of Divorce

I do believe in devotion.

Two people united?

Artistry in motion.

The heal-all potion.

I understand "forever."

Together always?

You'll be alone never.

A concept quite clever.

We're not meant to be alone.

Hearts want more.

But love's hard to hone

and we're stubborn as stone.

When a mate's found, the soul's content.

Potentially for always.

For keeps, not to be lent.

Even when it needs to vent.

But I don't get why we wed.

In today's world.

Is it so we can sleep in bed

For that's what the preacher said?

Does paper make you a wrecking ball force?

Stronger than before.

Then it sways and swings off course.

And the ball leaves you in ashes of divorce.

Why does paper prove love true?

Can't actions speak for us?

Without our favorite words "I do."

And things old, new, barrowed, and blue.

I get it's special, but it seems like a fad.

I want a wedding too.

But now marriages seem so bad.

And I want you forever and a tad.

Not divorce papers when you are mad..

The Four Letter Word

I hear the four letter word

and in my stomach I feel sick.

Because we drop it when we want it

then we decide to pick it up quick.

It's useful when we need it,

helping to deliver the final blow.

But it used to have more meaning

and some of us will just never know

How precious the word should be kept.

Only leaving the lips when it's meant.

Not thrown around for kicks.

Maliciously melted, beaten, and bent.

That's how things seem to work.

Things now have lost value unfortunately.

Relationships are a mere click away

and it's the new fad to be a divorcee.

Because we want what we can't have.

"Honestly, I need you so, so bad.

And now that I have you go away

Because you suddenly make me so mad."

When will this crazy cycle end?

When, when I say it I mean it, love.

That word not said for every person.

So common as the bright stars above.

I am sorry for my cynical banter. But,

On life's uneven road I constantly swerve.

It's hard to hear the word used for a lay

So, instead, I'll follow Woody Allen, I lurve..

You.