Battlefield

So ordinary, yet so different. Didn't realize it from the start. And now, his life, stories... are they just a myth or a fact? Can't tell through text. But in his eyes, I'm afraid what I'll see. Truth? Lies? Maybe most of all, Trust. But why trust? Trust in a girl like me? So unbelievable. So...wrong. But I lock the keys. And hide away. Because of his trust. His secret kept for years, Now released... But don't worry. It's safe with me.

She sits there, staring out window watching the raindrops hit against the glass. Just like how her tears hit against her face, Like razors, cutting her skin. Blood blends in with her tears... No longer red. But pink. As she thinks about the past, her wounds stitched up reopen. She feels the pain, but is too numb to care. All she's been thinkin about lately is the good ol days, Wishing to go back, Wishing to not go back. Wishing that it never and will happen again. So torn between too... But what she knows for sure is that those days are over. Never felt real love before, But you can't blame her. Still heartbroken, other boys try to step in to heal her. But she's unfixable. His love will always be all she knows, in an empty home. She's still comfortable where she is. Holding onto lost love of who was suppose to be the one.

A flash of lights, Screams echoing around the whole room. All they care about is seeing you up on that stage. They don't care about your music. They know the lyrics to your songs. They act like they care. But really they don't. They can turn on you. They can forget you. They can hate you. Because in the end they don't give a shit.

Michael Jackson. Pure, beautiful, loving and most of all Innocent Haters try to take him down, Critics try to destroy him But none of that matters. Love conquers all. And his fans, friends and family love him. Even beyond Death. For his passion, his gift, his pure scarred soul And his heart. Slow but steady It was always bigger than life. Just like his presence on stage. His music showed the beauty in him. We all know how beautiful and marvelous he was. But we all took him for granted. And for that I am truly sorry. MJ

A soft, pure melody... And then it begins. Like a breath of fresh spring air, The music captures my soul And breaks off the rustiest chains. My eyes open. And a new outlook is now seen. As the beat increases, My heart races. As his voice speaks, Imagery fills my mind And inspiration rushes through me in colourful ways. So overpowering. I find myself emerged deep into the water, cold. A snap of fingers, And warmth spreads through me. So I dance. Dance to his voice. Dance to his music. Uncontrollable...I am free. My eyes close...then reopen. As I stare into the man's face, Every imperfection is perfection. Set upon a world capable of hatred, anger, love, and happiness... Forgiveness is what he breathed. An angel with a voice. Black and white. Is now inside the heavenly doors of paradise. Where his gift and forgiving heart will forever be cherished in white houses. MJ