Submissions by kcpaij (KC Collins)

They’ve been in places and situations that you’ve never dreamed of being in
Often times they can’t believe they’ve been there themselves
They’ve seen dark and dirty places
Although they’ve seen some shadows,
They’ve seen some bright and happy faces
Each new and lovely, in its own imperfect way
They can’t control where they’re placed
In the morning, in the afternoon, at night
Although they can’t control whether the moon or sun sheds light,
They often find themselves hoping for a bright and sunny day
My shoes have walked many places ...

I tell them about your intriguing and mesmerizing green eyes
Every chance that I get

I tell them how those eyes are the only ones I'd like to see for the next 60 years of my life
Praying it won't ever slip their minds

I tell them that those girls will never be me
But what if that isn't entirely true?

I tell them I'll marry the sweetest and most handsome man
But what if I won't?

I tell them that I've never been happier
But what if I'm more lost than I've ever been?

I've told them adventureous stories since I was a...

It sometimes seems that I'm merely the host,
for a dark spirit that dreams me a ghost.

It sometimes seems that we're fighting for life,
one growing stronger at the point of a knife.

It sometimes seems that I'm glowing so bright,
only for the darkness to dim my bright light.

It sometimes seems that our fight is worth nothing,
but then I remember that a push turns to shoving.

It sometimes seems that I'm slowly flickering to a stop,
because of the life that leaves through a teardrop.

Sometimes I feel like I'm worth...

Sometimes I wonder if you'd still be a mess,
if I had not mentioned all that you said.

Sometimes I wonder if it ever crosses your mind,
when you swore that it'd be our secret to hide.

Sometimes I wonder if you meant what you said,
"With all they said to you, they must be mislead."

Sometimes I wonder about the moments we shared,
Is it true that you actually cared?

Sometimes I wonder if you'd apologize, if we talked.
Then I remember all the things you'd concoct.

Sometimes I wonder about the "goodbye" that...

I am misunderstood and somewhat lost
I wonder if anyone will ever be truly happy
I hear these sweet desires in the wind
I see hope dance among the trees
I want everyone to be truly happy - including me
I am misunderstood and somewhat lost

I pretend that the world isn’t as evil as it is
I feel like this is simply just a myth
I touch a sliver of hope and lose it all the same
I worry that our world will never be sane
I cry because the world will always be lost
I am misunderstood and somewhat lost

I understand...