the moon’s a cradle
for lonely souls. gracious night,
slightly cold. the stars
are hung for all the children
who need to find a way home.

the birth rate is nearly 3 times that of the death rate
in today's day and age,
I find it amazing that we have
modern medicine
computers with brains
but nobody ever found a way to heal the pain of a
broken heart,
but it's funny,
for every one ending,
there's 3 brand new starts

maybe we don't get our hearts broken,
maybe they're reborn,
into something brand new,
innocent and warm
for every one death,
a new life begins
so what if that was the same
when we feel our world has caved in?

Like the wind,
passing freely,
gently caressing my skin.

Like the water,
my feet wallowed in,
fully encompassing me.

Like the sun,
with its rays of light,
warming my heart.

Like the moon,
in the nothingness of black,
dimly lit over me as I dream.

I'm reminded of you yet again;
I wish you were here.

using big words to
make you
sound smart,

isn't smart

Amongst the people I held together,
I, somehow fell apart.