I wish I could respond to what you write,
But it would all be the same.
You leave me breathless and curious.
You make me think and I love it.
I don't know what I could say
That would be anything
Worth hearing next to your words.

I hope the day reality hits me
Takes its time in coming
With the blow

I want to spend my days dreaming,
Wishing on shooting stars,
And believing the world is somehow
Beautiful

I hope the day I take off my crown
Takes it's time before I have to realize I'm not
A princess

I want to spend my days fighting pirates
And thinking happy thoughts
So I can fly to that place
Where my dreams really do come true

I hope the day I have to grow up
Is still only the day I have to come home
From Neverland

I want to dance in the sun
And play in the pool and pretend I'm a mermaid
I want to believe
I'm something more than just
Me

I hope the day reality hits me
Is a long time coming
Because the beautiful world I live in
Is all just make believe

What did you feel when you felt me up
The instant hesitation then growing infatuation
What did you feel when you touched my chest
The heart beat pulsing, all my nerves beginning to sing
What did you feel when you felt my skin
The soft warm canvas already painted with sins

That night you were chocolate melting against me
You were rough hands turned gentle
Caressing my everything
You were dancer, singer, poet, dreamer
You were deep brown eyes that pulled me in
Strong brown hands that drew new lines of sin
In poetry on my skin
You were the midnight sky,
I, the moon light and stars.

I made wishes on every star brighter than my scars
I wished to see you again
But again never came
It didn't matter anyway
You would have left me just the same
Sitting alone in the silence
Remembering the feel of your skin
Seeing the dark eyes that pulled me in
Tracing the lines of poetry
You drew on my canvas skin
Already painted with too many sins

A setting sun shines in his face
Lighting in his eyes
That are bluer than the bluest skies

From the moment his eyes meet mine
There's a flutter in my heart
I can barely breathe

I curl into his chest
His arms wrapped around me
My world is safe with him
I look into his face
Kiss his nose, teasing

His hands
Strong and large
Gently brush my hair
Barely touching as if I were a flower

Leaning into his chest
I feel his heart beat against mine
Strong next to my flutter

He lifts my face to look at him
His calloused hand soft on my cheek
His clear eyes hold my ever changing eyes
I lean in, hesitant

But when our lips meet it's so perfect
Impossibly gentle for the passion
My body goes weak, he holds me closer
A soft chuckle tells me he knows why
Only a few more kisses before he has to leave

"I love you my angel"
His voice barely even a whisper
"Always and forever?" is all I can reply
"You will be my angel, my love, my hope, until the day I die."

Glancing in the mirror
At her broken reflection
She says to herself
One size smaller...
Just one size smaller

But you can see the ribs through her shirt
But not how much she hurts
There aren't scars on her arms
Just scars on her heart
From endless days wondering
When will life start

She says to herself
Just dress in black
And I'll pretend to be a shadow
Or fly to the sky
And become the storm cloud
That unleashes rains like my tears
And my voice will thunder too loud

Still she is silent somehow
She whispers to the mirror
Just a bit more makeup
And I'll fit in with the crowd

But you only see dark rings
Around blood shot eyes
Only blood red lips
That once knew how to sing
There aren't scars on her arms
Just scars on her heart
From endless days wandering
Crowded streets alone
Endless days with no home

She says to herself
Just dress in yellow
And I'll pretend I'm happy
Or fly to the sky
And become the sun
Bright and full of life

Just one size smaller
Stand a bit taller
But no, she's gone too far
All thats left is a scar
On her wrist bright as stars
Except stars are seen
When they first come into being
And this child will never know
Anything but being
Alone

They are my life,
My soul,
My heart.
How do I let that show
They are my words
My creations
How do I let them go

I say I want to be heard
But do I want them to hear me
Do I want them to know me
Once I speak, it can't be unspoken.

Every word is a memory
A part of me
How many parts
Do I have to give away
How much beauty,
How much love,
How many words
Can I say

I say my voice is power
But I manage to remain silent
I say I want to be seen
But I manage to remain invisible

They are my life,
My love,
My hope.
How do I let that show
They are my breath,
My song,
My spirit
Everything of me nobody knows

They are my heart beats, my dreams
They are everything I believe
My words are everything
Nobody seems to see

              Still...
                    Do I want to let it show?

When you photograph a memory
You keep it for life
For tears, for laughter
For love, for hope
For remembering those golden days

But an image fades
And it disappears in that file
Alone in the dark
Till maybe one day
Someone will see it
And smile or shed a tear
To see your life
In that photograph of your memory