I love it when she’s blue,
I love it when she’s gold,
I love it when she’s silver,
I love it when she’s cold,
I love it when she’s quiet,
I love it when she’s bold,
I love it when she’s calm,
I love it when she folds
I love her for her secrets,
I love her for her songs,
I love her for her rights,
I love her for her wrongs,
I love it when she moves me,
When she pulls me,
When she soothes me,
I love it when she’s red,
I love it when she’s gray,
I love it when she’s mine,
I love it when she strays,
I love her for her warmth,
I love her for her stare,
I love her for her depths,
I love her for her care.

My fingers crawl to
the loneliest place when I
want and miss you most.

-m.b

Why can I never be good enough?
Why can I never be strong enough?
Why can I never look in the mirror,
Think a little clearer
And see beauty in me?

all these merry paintings fill his vacant evenings
the artist stays an extra hour to paint a single line
never satisfied

One day,
The heart will beat no more
What would people say
After you're gone
What marks will you leave behind
Would they say he/she was kind
Most importantly...
Would your last words be,
Yes, I feel accomplished
Or give me one more chance please?