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Dance your heart out in the rain.
Sing like you’ve never felt pain.
Love like you won’t again.

Laugh as if all this were plain.

Two Way Street

A friendship is like a two way street.
I give to you and you give to me.

"You inspire me." One said to the other.
"I Inspire you? You're like my big brother!"

Its plain to see, on a two way street.
One feels like he gives none and only receives.

"I owe much to you" the other one said.
"No you dont, I owe to you instead!"

As one helps the other and the other helps one,
The conflicts they had add all up to none.

"You've helped me so much and I've done the same."
"We've both helped each other unlike in battles and games."

As they stood side by side, their friendship grew
Until they both very well knew,

A friendship is like a two way street.
I give to you and you give to me.

The Rescuer

She travels person to person, one to another.
Helping them, loving them, being their “mother.”

She finds those who need her, those who are lost.
Pulling them out of their hole, no matter the cost.

She brings them so far, until one sad day,
They no more do need her and they put her away.

She feels broken and used, torn and bruised.
But this is how it always ends, feeling refused.

It’s quite bittersweet, this dreadful scene,
When they become something great and leave her unseen.

“Don’t they remember?” she asks with a tear.
"I helped them to be that way, to dream with no fear.”

They forget who they were and remember her not.
She feels the terrible pains of being forgot.

“No matter,” She says as she holds her head high.
“I’ll find another who needs me to end their cries.”

She trudges on to find that true friend,
Whom she will help and shant leave in the end.

She travels from person to person, one to another.
Helping them, loving them, being their mother.

She finds those in need; she’s a true rescuer. 

But she waits for the day, when someone shall rescue her.

The Life of a Heart

There was once a heart, small but pure.
It was new to feeling things and being sure.

She was placed where any heart would be.
Up in the torso, in between in the knees.

She felt good, she felt happy,
Just like any heart should be.

One day she was hurt and began to fall.
She hit the floor and started to bawl.

Her fall didn’t stop there, she whirled and twirled,
Until she reached the other side of the world.

By then she was broken, torn and bruised,
She felt a little bit way too abused.

But she got back up and was soon on her way.
She was returning home through each passing day.

In no time she was back to how it used to be.
Except this time she was careful of her feelings.

She would be hurt no more, she decided.
She would no longer be misled or misguided.

She fell a few more times, but only a few feet,
And she didn’t cry, or so it seemed.

Soon a friendly heart came and said “Hello.”
He was charming and handsome and very well known.

The wonderful heart began to grow wings
And she was flying around singing sweet things.

No one could stop this feeling she had.
Was she in love or was she quite mad?

No matter the case, she knew how she felt.
He was the one, she was sure of it, no doubt.

The two beat as one and soon they were hitched.
The life the led was full and enriched.

They things they did had sour and sweet things.
But they lived happily ever, just as they dreamed.

Happiness is a Choice

Happiness must always overcome sadness.
Sorrow will never overtake gladness.
But these things will only be, 

If you choose to be happy.

Broken Hearts

Maybe I’ll cry, maybe I won’t.
I tell you bye, you tell me don’t.

I say I’m okay, you tell me you’re fine.
But we both know, these are just lies.

Maybe there was, once upon a time.
But now it’s too late, too late to be right.

You’ll start over, I’ll restart.
Maybe the next one, won’t break our hearts.

Sometimes friends stay, sometimes they go.
But before we leave, I’ll let you know:

You were the best, no doubt about it.
Couldn’t have made it, this far without it.

So maybe I’ll cry, maybe I won’t.
I tell you bye, you tell me don’t.


A True Princess

A princess is never angry or sad
She only appears lovely and glad.

The words she speaks are wonderfully
Said just right and not hurtfully.

A princess has a duty of love
Just like the one up above.

She must smile always and never frown
For if she did she’d let folks down.

When a princess cries no one knows
All they see is her heart aglow.

Deep inside she must hide away
The lonesome feeling received everyday.

A princess must wait patiently
For her prince to come on bended knee.

If she goes too fast or too slow
If he was the right one, she’ll never know.

A princess is always kind and always sweet
And with a smile, folks will she greet.

Never will she be too soft or too loud
Or too shy or too proud.

A princess will always help others
Treat them as if they were sisters and brothers.

She will find a way to make their day
Possibly more than in one way.

A princess all the above she will do
And be sweet when she comes to meet you.

She won’t judge or hurt but help you through 

For that’s what true princesses do.


My Mother's Love

I feel ashamed some days, but more joyfully in others,

That I have a woman like you, to be my loving mother.

How patient you have been with me! How unflinching to my glares.

For you know from whence they came: it tis a gene we do share.

You do not put-up with my girlish games, nor my high-flying attitude.

I’m becoming better because of it! So, dearest mum, thank you.

I would surely be lost without your firm and loving care.

I do remember all the fun that we’ve had and the times you were there.

And when I’m grown-up and out of the house with little children of my own,

I promise I’ll call you up now and then and we’ll talk for hours on the phone.

I promise I won’t forget you, mom. How dare could I be so unkind?

For you were the gracious and caring sweet woman, whose mother I called mine.



My Escape

*whispers* Let's go elephant riding.
Right now.
I've found a way to teleport.
Just kidding.
I lied.
I can't teleport.
But sometimes the only escape you've got is imagination.
And I need an escape.
So I pretended I was a FBI agent. But that was too stressful.
Then I pretended I was a pilot, flying around. But then I got in a dogfight and that scared me.
So then I pretended to be a cowgirl. But I don't like horses.
Then I pretended to be a princess.
I lived in a little kingdom with people who loved me.
And my tiara was lovely and my castle was magnificent.
Then I realized this wasn't pretend.
My room and my house and my backyard are my little kingdom.
And I have lots of friends and family who love me dearly.
And I really am a princess.
Though you can't see my tiara, I lift my chin up and keep my head high so it doesn't fall off.
My dreams are reality. Just a little more subtle.
You have to search for the magic.
But that’s the best part of the adventure.
Always find the magic. Keep smiling. Don't let your crown fall.
Those are the rules of a princess.
And the rules of a happy life.
I'm happy.
I'm Morynn.
My name means happy.
And so it shall be.