My hands running through your hair,
I feel each strand between my fingers.
Your hands intertwined with mine,
We hold on tight and never let go.
Your arms surrounding my body,
I am protected from this wretched world.
In a world that does not accept us,
We find peace within each other.
Our love is all that matters.

I let smoke roll from my cigarette,
and watch like death entered the room.
Seeing it fill with his hazy presence,
undisturbed.
Few will know the peace that comes,
with choosing your fate.
I will NOT cower,
at the ghastly shade.
I will smile at it.

She couldn't have tried like she did
and they couldn't have missed it
so easily.

A pretty simple task,
but too many see too much
and her eyes flicker with what she
could know.

She could feel like they wanted
but who would she be,
then?

When found--they stared,
for their creation had fell apart,
not what they
foresaw.

Disconnected,
for what she thought she was,
or perhaps,
who she actually became,
had started to dissolve.

Gazing at herself,
the rise of what could be
withers
and with that her eyes
cloud over once more,
where she loses touch.

Her only want
being seen by others, but
distracted by her own being.