"I'm tired of being in a relationship
Where I'm always the second choice"

Tears are in her eyes
As she tries feebly not to cry
She's fragile and weak
To sad to find more words to speak

She would never be my second choice
She hasn't been since I first heard her voice

She snuggles into my arms
Shaking from sobs
Tearing me apart
Cutting to my heart

She would be my only one
Till the day we part or till life is done

She lifts her head
Her cheeks still wet
I gently wipe tears away
Afraid she will break

She was never my second choice
I'd tell her.. but I can't find my voice

Smooth, cool
Ribbons of blue
Drifting gently
Or rushing greatly

Strong, light
Endless like the skies
Twisting, shifting
Through the land, flowing

They reflect the sky
When sunsets light it on fire
Becoming a living, moving flame.
Rivers- Beauty's everlasting name

You look into my eyes
Saying so much more than words
I wrap my arms around you
Feeling your curves and your warmth

You twine your fingers with mine
Somehow a perfect match
But you still hold the hand of another
Of a man you love so much

I gaze at you when you're not looking
And smile when laughter lights your eyes
I wish you could always be mine
I wish I could be the one who makes you smile.

How do you know if you're still a poet
When all your words have simply gone silent?

Do you have to go back and remember
The times you lit fires from embers?

Do you have to write and sing
Only hoping the music will ring?

Do you have to find the stars at midnight
Just to wish for the hope of a sunrise?

Do you have to dance to silent music
To inspire all the words that are quiet?

What do you have to do
To prove the poet's still inside you?

Maybe just write a curious poem
About a soul that has lost its rhythm

In my eyes can you see
All the tears I've refused to cry?
In my eyes do you see
The pain I've hidden behind a smile?

When I dance do you see
Who I was, am and could be?
When I dance do you see
How much I just wish to be free?

In my voice do you hear
The hesitation, the confusion, the fear?
In my voice do you hear
All the words I can't bear..

To say aloud.

Who hears the scream in the middle of the night?
Who bears the brunt of the burning fright?
Who wishes most to see the light
Of the mornings dawn on the horizon

Who else but a nightmare

Who has skin of pale cream and eyes that dream?
Who has laughter that ripples like a stream
Who has steps that always seem
To bring beauty where ever they go

Who else but an angel

Who screams in the night
When the person inside
Decides tonight is the night
To **** the light
Who hides her fright
Behind beauty bright
When the world decides
Tonight is the night
To take her light

Who else but a Nightmare Angel

Me, the voice inside my head,
Me, the voice that creates my words.
Myself, the life that fills my lungs,
Myself the life that sings my songs.
I, the eyes that see the world.
I, the me the eyes of the world see