Dandelion,
The rustling of your hair makes me dream about trees.
You breathe the warm summer air that lounges shyly as April comes to an end.
I swallow your words and they nest inside my belly.
I grow your thoughts;
they’ll flower
and I’ll sing.
We will meet each other on the edge
of cast sunlight
and its shadows.

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived

Many times I've loved,
And many times I've
Written about love.

Many times I've left,
And many times I've
Written about leaving.

I've loved with my
Heart in hand,
Blood pooling,
Words flying
Out of my mouth,
Crashing upon their skin
In an act of valor.

The same thing
I could say about leaving
Words sharp,
Striking like the edge of a storm,
Breaking upon the silence.

But it was just love,
And I wasn’t brave.
And it was just leaving,
And it wasn’t brave.

It's called "falling in love" 'cause it really feels like falling

When life gives rain,
The clouds they form.
The sun it hides
Through bangs of storm.

The ground is wet,
As your steps are small.
But what will happen
If you let yourself fall?

Oh yes it hurts,
You feel it for days.
But your wounds they heal
As the pain it fades.

And remember the rain?  
That once poured high.
Now look outside

At the sun in the sky.

and what if your name is made to make my heart race
but what if it is meant to stop racing one day?
what if you are meant to make me smile
but only for a little while?
are you meant to drown in my blue eyes
but then miraculously survive?
we are meant to kiss but only for so long
when will your hand in mine feel wrong?
and i know we are meant to be lovers
but love isn't simply enough for forever
we would inspire writers and become legendary
but too often legends are temporary
what if we are meant to last?
what if you are my future, present, and past?
maybe it will work through God alone
maybe your eyes will be the ones our kids know
maybe we are in love and we'll stay in love
maybe loving each other will be enough.

I’m not fragile
I’ve just been broken
So many times before
That the glue is unable to hold.
I’m not fragile, am i?

The stars
The dark
The silence
The empty streets
The night

While I dance in the cold
Music taking me over
All of them
In their wonder
Are on my side