The Cynic Communtity

At Home ~Miss A How could I be so formal, living a life set by rules and boundaries, Always thought how you sit, act, behave was constant to all places, But it seems that I was wrong, rather unaware, Or never felt the right to feel the ease our own presence can provide.  But, thanks to you, I know what coming to rest means, And thanks to you, that now I can relate, to all those grey memes. Being random and messy and not restricted, Free by all means, a total massacre of the general manner.  My hair used to be set like the movies, now I'm being judged by tangled clan, Fresh and ready for the day like a beagel, but I actually prefer the tardy. Countless rhymes speak about the relief at home, yeah I see, Where there was only go and go like a chain of running instantly.  Though I think that with time, I was inspired by frozen, let it go, For once that I really let go, oh I can feel the shoulder stiff. I think I used to cry at the word home, because how I'd be,  But now I see, what

 New Life ~Miss A I see new life, when I look in your eyes, I see new signs, led by the hassles of sky. I see new life, when I look in your eyes, I see new signs, where a spark could decide. I feel no pain, no life; no charm, no ties, It just begun and it’s gone a moment, When I can’t see you it’s all a lie. For I need, my life back, and I need to learn. And you can see, how I bloom, When I am with you, I wish to celebrate my cries, And with you, I see, a new life, I believe. After hours and hours of dreadful derail, I find myself; I get to know who I am. I can’t cherish myself, like you do, But when I am with you, I love myself. I seem to find the world that I’ve forgotten, I seem to find new ways to catch what I’ve gotten, I see to myself who I am, and I see it in you, I see new life, no hassles no crime, in your eyes. Never have I imagined, your presence will ignite so heavy, Fill my cheeks fluorescent pink, and my demeanor so steady. So delighted, that m