When he saw her
Hair sopping wet
And matted against
Her face in strands

Eyes strewn shut
As her head
Tilted towards
The rainy sky

And as their
Eyes locked
He could see
The pain in them

He did something
He promised
Never to do again
He hugged her

All these paper people
With paper hearts
Just waiting to be stained
Waiting to be T-O-R-N

Sure tape can patch them up
But all that tape
Has them covered in plastic

All these plastic people
With all their whole hearts
I guess now we know
Why they're all so fake

Poetry is not about
How many words
You write
But rather
What words
You write

Boys like you
Are much more
Dangerous for
The heart
Than I had
Presumed

How did you managed to
Trap the night sky in your eyes?
Dark as midnight
Yet bright as the moon
At first they were starry
And when I blinked
They became cloudy
And then they rained
Then the world
Became as dark
As your eyes

I didn’t realize
I had fallen in love
Until I noticed
My eyes straying
From the clouds
And onto you

Water pools around her feet
Constant stream of ripples
The river reflects bright light
As the girl sings a sweet melody
I watch from afar
Wishing I could sing along
To the sweet river girl