Sarah Kanoun

If the world stopped spinning, Maybe you would hold me for a minute… And there wouldn’t be the what ifs of tomorrow Or the should haves of yesterday Or the maybe wills

I remember a day when we sat around the fire and laughed while we sang. I remember a day where we jumped over walls and skipped over puddles in the yard. I remember

Music plays in perfect harmony, Colors line the stars in the deepest hues, Words take the breath from her heart, Clouds surpass all believability— Friends frame her heart in hope, Play the music

She will never understand how a heart that bleeds every day Can find the air to love And the strength to bleed again tomorrow.

Some days, It’s the way the sun shines through the window And seems to bounce back up. Some days it’s the way the coffee smells, Or the way the china clinks,

There’s something about the light crashing against the walls, or maybe it’s the way her sheets lie on the floor, the way scattered textbooks bleed into the carpet, the way her

Faded doors, Faded lives. Hearts will always sacrifice The things we want, The things we need, And at the end, Our hearts impede This lie we live Of up and down And all

You could say I’m sad: Sad for all the friends I could have made, All the wonders I could have felt. Sad for all the smiles I could have seen, All the days I could have loved.

Girl in blue,There’s a pressure in you—Let it out.All the little things you’ve built up,All the big things you’ve been hiding—Let them free.

She struggled to death’s dying door, But not for her—for you. Your frame was growing day by day. She had to act—she knew.

I watch them run away from me— “They’ll not come back.” –I know. Can someone help me find the piece That leads me to myself?