Losing Control - Fan Request #1

I've lost control of that part of me that makes decisions at every step
I've lost control of knowing to differ right from left.
My eyes cant see what's wrong when something's definitely not right,
But my body's got no energy to even try to Fight.

What causes me to be so uncoordinated these days?
Why cant my mind be a little more focused?
Have all sense escaped and gone away
can I blame it on that unexpected kiss?

Yes, i cannot lie, i felt weak the moment he came close,
I would have stopped him had I known it would do this to me
But who am I kidding, I longed for it with cold toes
But now my senses are no longer free.

I was given a warning, they all told me what would happen,
But I was naive and I just had to know for sure.
In my mind I imagined it all so well,
Little did I know it would bite me and have me sore.

It was beautiful no doubt, I cannot deny that fact,
But smitten and probably not even ready, it was a wee bit too overwhelming.
And here i am wondering if i am where i'm supposed to be
Losing control of myself, not knowing what else is in store for me.

The Mighty YOU

There is power in your body, there is power in your mind.
You can build nations and bring down empires.
You can start a revolt or end a dynasty.
You have the power to change what you see.
With a word of your tongue you could destroy a heart
and with still another word you could bring life to a being.
With the touch of a finger you could brighten up the darkness.
With a step towards the good you can change humanity.
With a deed of kindness you could spread some joy
and with a smile you could change a lifetime.
There's so much to do in a lifespan that's undefined.
And when you've got the power to DO, why keep things undone?
Life is much more than looking at this screen.

Unspoken

Bottled up deep inside her are the debris of  a broken heart.
Hidden behind walls that protect her are her hearts unspoken words
Her insecurities lie under her skin, not visible to the naked eye.
She has weaved a blanket around her soul, safe from the cruel cold that hovers.
But is she really as safe as she thinks she is?
Or has she locked herself up along with the enemy?
Like a prisoner in her own land she struggles everyday to smile.
She looks like the moon of a still starlit night
but deep within brims turmoil and havoc at its height.
What has this being as pure as snow done to deserve this?
Should someone so pure at heart be put through this unrest?
Undeserving of it but surely she has brought this upon herself.
No one can fight your thick-skinned insecurities and enter your being.
No enemy or friend can break those walls from the outside.
When the weaver of this blanket holds it tight around her, no one can pull it away.
Except the weaver herself.....
Her saving grace is that tiny spark of hope left to feel free again.
To feel liberated from the choking atmosphere within her.
Her struggle will begin from a spark of knowing that freedom is achievable,
That the unspoken word, once thrown beyond these walls, will start a revolution,
That life will never be the same again, only once her word is spoken.