Time to Breathe

All those lies they uttered to me,
Have made my heart shrivel and freeze. 
All those times they hoodwinked me,
Have made me unable to breathe. 

Time has come for my heart to feel
But the key to the lock, seems forever lost to me. 
What must I do for these wounds to heal, 
For this yearning heart of mine to be free. 

What must I do, for years I have died,
Under the pretence and beautiful, sorry lies. 
A long road awaits me, with one hand to hold, 
But my heart seems to have missed, the new memo. 

I finally want to see more

Confusion strikes!
As I realise I am lost in his world.
The sites are familiar and comforting.
Yet, I don't know what to feel
Or how to feel.

I look around again.
I feel like I am lost. 
I find his familiar touch and I know I am okay.
Sometimes he feels like home.
But it is a scary feeling. 

The grass is green here,
And the sun shines warmly. 
I have seen rainbows and swarms of butterflies.
I know the gardens are watered and well-kept.
And I know for sure, this is where I want to be. 
Because I finally want to see more. 

About Time

How will you enjoy your time
if not by sharing with others?
How will you make memories
if some of them don't include people?

Tell me what your life will be,
if it's always to be lived in a cave?
Tell me what you want of a 'friend'
if you aren't ready to let them in?

Why is being busy, always your only thought?
Why is there no room for bonding or laughing with another?
Why must life seem like an effort?
Why is it that you are not ready to let a 'friend' in?