The girl in my poems,
she lives in the darkness
and never steps into the light.
I have never seen her
but I feel her when I step into the dark.
I can feel her tears when I touch her,
I can hear her quietly speaking
while she's lying in my arms.
And while she'll never come into the light
I can try to draw her with my words
'cause that's the only way
she can be seen.
I just hope that you'll see
the beautiful girl
I met in the shadows
if you look at my words.

There comes a point where you dance.
And not the same for everyone,
but you must dance.
Because when your heart has been still and stuck in sadness
you must give it a little chaos after.
After what, you may ask?
After you're broken.
After your heart feels absolutely shattered to its core.
After you and your love have been at war.
After a long day at work.
Just after.
Anything.
Anything, where your heart has hurt
you MUST dance.

She was like Christmas.
A surprise.

Shh....
Don't utter a word.
Let the silence talk.

She was a dusky beauty
With a soft mane of brown hair
It fell in perfect curls
Around her round head.
She had sparkling brown eyes
And gosh that beautiful smile
Heads turned to see her radiance
Even from a mile.