The stones of lambs – and folded hands
grass as green as Seafoam
summer sky – this place we lie
The flowers grow as brushes
to paint our fates
- in heartbeats

Owning a Blue Mustang is a want
Owning a mansion is a want
But writing is a need

I want to soar the skies,
Like a child in a Fest.
Or hold his hand,
And dance in my best dress.

I want to fall in love again,
With him forever, daily.
I won't mind the pouring rain,
As I kiss his lips, soft and gaily.

I'd close my eyes in his loving arms,
Than In heaven, where nothing harms.
I'd rather die cold and leer,
Than stay away in pitiful fear.

His smile takes away my fear,
He's my home, away or here.
Only away, I realise why I'm blue.
You can be homesick for people too.

Sometimes I'll sit in a chair
or walk through a room
that you've also sat in
or walked through
just because the idea that
the ghost of your presence
is sharing a space with the reality of mine
sets me free and captivates me
all at the same time.

and i realized today
how much effort it takes
to love me

because when i do not
love myself
you have to love me
enough for two people

You know what's the best compliment?

                                                    ­               *You have a pretty soul.

Oh what a bother
Not having a father
the other kids all seem so fair

As they race and play catch
And they bet on whose best
I'm left all alone in despair

Oh what a bother not having a father
Oh how lonely a life this can be

Oh what a shutter
not having a mother
the mothers they all seem so kind

They cook for their children
and smile as they greet them
but my mother has left me behind  

Oh what a shutter not having a mother
Oh how lonely a life this can be