Confessions of a Lovestruck Girl By Shannon Thompson

The first time I saw you
You came through the storm
I had barely made it through
I was tired and worn
No tears left to cry
The rain washed them away
The wind took my sighs
I could only pray
So the first time we spoke
I was so insecure
So totally broken
But then you were there
I came out of hiding
To a world of beauty
Where just seeing your face
Made me so happy
The old became newer
The frowns became fewer
When I closed my eyes
It was to picture your face
Instead of trying not to cry
I tried to stop my heart racing
Now I stay up all night
Just thinking of this
Thoughts of you are bright lights
In the darkest darkness
Sometimes fear intervenes
Do I really deserve you?
You're intelligent, charming
And I'm just the same me
But somehow I feel
That it's not just my feelings
That "us" will be real
And you'll finally see
You strengthen my faith
And you always make me smile
You brighten my days
And it lasts for a while
So here I am on my knees
Praying for your love
I know God hears my pleas
I'm trusting my Father above
We'll both know the truth
And we may be together
If it's in God's plan
I pray it's forever

Me? (:

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Darkness by Shannon Alice

She tries so hard to keep up
But nothing she does is good enough
She works to earn their admiration
But instead she only gets frustration
She's so sick of looking like she's got it all together
When really it all could come down at the touch of a feather
Sometimes the pain is just overwhelming
Her heart and her soul feel like they're drowning
She screams so loud but no one seems to hear her
They just keep telling her she needs to do better
The whole time she's looking fine on the outside
There's a war raging within her that she desperately hides
She knows they'll all judge her if she shows her true colors
And she'll be thrown out of their lives like so many others
The scars of her past threaten to show
The last thing she wants is for anyone to know
If she tells them how dark and lonely she's become
How weakened she is from fighting the demons
They'll lock her away and throw out the key
Or those she looks up to will see her differently
She hears the whispers of their critical voices
Accusing her for all her wrong choices
She hears the insults and sees angry looks
Their hurtful remarks embed themselves like hooks
Who is this girl who's so broken, unclean?
I'm telling you now that this girl is me.

The best way to bring joy to others is by being joyful. :)