Your eyes are
the mirror
of your heart.  

They reveal
what your heart
tries to conceal.

Silence of your
eyes spoke
what your lips
failed to say.

Mom- p3
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Mom,
You’ve filled my days
With hugs and love
You brushed away tears
Along with Silencing life’s fears
You guided when I lost light
Hugged, cried
Laughed
Lied
Surprised
And
Sang
All the days
And nights away
You’ve filled my days
With unconditional love
And given peace to my heart
As my mom
Your my strength that guides
Me no matter how far I stray
Away from
Life’s days.

you touched my hand.
and it felt like
it wasn't the first time --
it was like
your fingers already knew
my own,
in some kind of
quiet before.

Sleep gently, heart full of questions.
You’re not more than you are.
But you are enough.

A mind  like a cathedral built out of ruins. Quiet, haunted, beautiful.
He's still walking its halls, lighting candles, naming ghosts.

He isn't healed. But he's aware. And in that awareness, there's a strange kind of peace.

Why do we become blind,
When we love someone so?
And blind again with hate,
When we let it grow?

We see no flaw in one,
And only flaws in some.
Why do our hearts so easily
Make our minds its gun?

i looked into
her hazel eyes
a little too long --
which had
surprisingly
been long enough
to wonder
if forever
could fit
in
a
glance.

You are the sun,
I am your mirror.
I reflect your light
back to you.

Your rays touch me -
mine never reaches you.

You said I had
a diamond heart.

Is that why
you crushed it –
thought it wouldn't hurt?