~The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face~

The first time ever I saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes.
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave,
To the dark and the endless sky, my love.
And the first time ever I kissed your mouth,
I felt the earth move through my hands.
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command.

And the first time ever I lay with you,
I felt your heart so close to mine.
And I know our joy would fill the earth,
And last till the end of time, my love.

The first time ever I saw your face.

Perception of Reality

I am positive that no one reads this thing. But I like having something to spill things to I guess..haha
And if for some wild reason someone does read this, WARNING: the following is a rant of emotional turmoil..
Have you ever wanted something so badly, it hurt?
There's this person I want to be. She is fictional, but she is really great in every way. She's really smart, beautiful inside and out, she makes her parents proud, she makes her friends proud, she does everything perfectly ( sports, music, etc.), she could have any guy she wanted, she is confident in who she is and what she does...
And I want so badly to be this girl. BUT sadly enough, I'm me. I'm Cierra Madison Haas. And I am having a hard time trying to figure out why exactly I am the way I am..maybe...IDK...this is stupid...what I am saying?...why do I bother, no one reads this shit

It's about looking in the mirror and seeing what's on the inside..

~~~~~I want to live in a world…….

where you have to actually be a legitimately good singer to be famous. Where you have to actually know what it is like to feel pain before you can help others deal with theirs. Where you have to actually know it’s Bob’s birthday without facebook having reminding you. Where you can tell the person you love that you love them with no strings attached. Where every teenage girl in the world doen’t feel like no one “really knows” them, when it is totally obvious that their mother does. Where everyone is really themselves and not what they are told that they are because of the T.V. or the magazines. Where not everyone is the same kind of “different”. Where the richest person in America isn’t some random white guy. Where cusing isn’t like the alphabet and EVERYONE knows every curse word there is. Where people can finally admit that they are just as screwed up as everyone else is, if not more.