boxes

People-invisible boxes-
prisons containing us all-
in order to break out, we have to delve within...
deep, deep within...

connect

When was the last time you let y'self connect?
When was the last time you felt something?
Looked another in the eye and gave a shit?
It means something you know...
I daresay...in the big scheme of things...
it means everything...

Lover's Leaving

By the light of the full moon, love me, then leave before the dawn breaks.
Feathery soft kisses on my face, love me, then leave before my heart breaks.

Cinderella

Hold me tight, with gentle care...
Love me tonight, in the night air.
Kiss my lips once, twice, three times...
Then leave me my love, before the clock chimes.

nothing

nothing is the same...
nothing matters...
nothing feels right...
and this nothing-
has become everything...

A mother's mourning...

When a mother mourns her child, you can't tell from the sound of her cries whether she is a Muslim or a Christian, whether her child was gay or straight, whether her child was a good person or did bad things. When a mother mourns her child, what you can tell is she loved her baby, without condition. She had hopes, dreams and only wanted her child to be happy. Whatever the rest of the world might think about her child, when a mother mourns him or her, you know her pain...there is no pain like it.

dramatic

Perhaps I've worn out my welcome? I didn't think that could happen with a real friend. So, if I'm correct in this idea, what then does this make our friendship? Maybe I'm just assuming the worst, I do tend toward the dramatic. Yet, what's a girl to think when communication is ignored? The mind will fill in the gaps as they present themselves and the heart? This fragile heart will don an armor you won't soon penetrate.