she's got a broken smile
for a broken heart
she likes to hope
her brokenness
is a work of art
lost in herself
she cannot breathe
around him, around her.
too many people
who aren't falling apart.
a broken smile
with a broken heart
her father says
she's a work of art

I grew tired of being a placemat
By the door to your vacant home
Will I ever be more than history
Lying in the back of your mind

I haven't seen the sun in days
You walk but you don't run
Tell me, is it better to flourish
To leave it all behind
Than to have lived through a passionate wish

Being with you was a wasted ******
I'd flow my stream into you
Wished for more than necks intertwined
I punctured your rejection with great strength
The pain was nothing compared to the way
You left me behind at arm's length

I cough, I ache, achoo
I sneeze not one, but two
Times as I forget you
You **** fool, why did you make
Me fall in love with you

home is the place where you belong that gives you warmth and strength,
a place that you long when you've been gone too long, or even just a while,
but sometimes, home isn't a building with walls and doors and windows,
because for me, it's you
the fireplace that gives me warmth is in your eyes,
your smile strengthens me like the sound sleep after a long day,
and your touch is like the warm shower that makes me forget after the tiring things,
it's you, my home is you.

Extra kisses at dawn in the strawberry moon
Celestial wellness
Splendourous greetings

Written by
Jean C Bertrand