Shanita Taylor' Profile

You desperately cry out the same repeated word 
When your life is in shambles, or when your happiness is blurred 
Mommy! Mommy! Please, I need your advice 
You’d tightly squeeze her, warm in my arms; you wouldn’t have to ask twice 
You bitterly howl out the same repeated words 
When your annoyed, inflamed, or want to desperately fly away far; like mocking birds 
I hate you! I hate you! I’m going to run away! 
But regret the words with passion, the very following day 
Suddenly you despondently cry 
By the sharp, quick, blink of an eye 
The courts of the heavens send down an invisible blinding light 
A bus for souls, carrying them into the sparkling sky, in the day or the dead of night 
Leaving behind deep, invisible scars over your heart, which was once full of happiness and life 
Leaving behind a torn infested river which flows down your frozen cheeks 
You are standing on mountain peaks 
Where those mocking birds may only dolefully sing the blues 
Staring at your captivated memories, admiring the views 
They taste so bittersweet, like luxurious chocolate 
You enjoy the wonderful taste and the texture 
But you know as you enjoy every last drop 
More and more mournfulness will be added on top 
You’re a lost puppy, just pleading for some loving 
You’re an angry wrestler, just ready to do some shoving 
You are standing on mountain peaks 
It’s lonely, bloodcurdling and your there for more than a couple of weeks 
It’s frightening with a hint of emptiness and hate 
There’s no escape, no way out, there’s a padlock on the exit gate 
And on those mountain peaks 
Where those mocking birds may only dolefully sing the blues 
You keep these memories with you forever, just like tattoos 
You endeavour to become joyous, smile and mean it once again 
But no matter what amazing thing may happen, you’ll always have in the back of your withering heart that same old pain 
You’re like a balloon, one filled with air 
One so delicate, you must handle with care 
You blow rapidly through the blustery wind with no end 
You’re not a helium balloon; you can’t go high in the sky, where you want to be sent 
You’re not a mocking bird, their wings they cannot lend 
To fly through the sky in the eye of the night 
And sit on the white, majestic clouds is home, it’s where you feel right 
You are standing on mountain peaks 
Where the wind is cold and piercing, stinging your cheeks 
Where those mocking birds may only dolefully sing the blues 
It’s hard to get used to these new shoes 
They are smaller, strapless and rub the back of your feet 
As the days go by, your love still never dies 
Without straps on your shoes, what’s holding your feet close? 
Those straps were taken away the day my parents passed away 
The day I was titled with the name “Orphan” 
I think about it every day 
I always thought my mommy would always be there to give me advice 
Hug me and hold me tight 
But she’s gone, all the way up there, in the white, majestic clouds 
Where I would love to fly to, so very high 
But I’m not a mocking bird, their wings they cannot lend 
But I know deep inside I’ll see my parents again 
Once my life, has come to an end. 

If you ever feel down
Lost or frightened or if you daren’t make a sound
Play this sweet lullaby
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I remember the day I met you on that summers day
On that sunny day on the 5th of May
As we sat along the beach
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Like snow.
Sometimes, it melts away and slips through your palms.
Sometimes it falls into your open arms.
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Precious things we treasure the most
If we take them in a lethal dose
They will melt away so fast
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It all happened six years ago
 
Do I want to remember them? No
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