Take this crumpled heart
It only beats in your hands
Hold it, forever

If I could bite the stars I would.
I'd stick out my tongue, blinding you for just a moment as the dust would slide off, right out of my mouth.
I can see it now: you wipe your eyes, crows feet
Gripping the rounds of my affection again.
Your laughter would fill the sky, the air so thick I wouldn't breathe. You'd be standing, gazing and not noticing that for a minute, the earth had lost a quiver of its light.

Only in darkness one will see
How nothing is as it is presumed to be
To see the serpents underneath
Or the whispers that hang from ear to ear

Only in darkness one will see
What is truly meant to be
To be made prisoner in faith's arms
Or to take destiny by surprise
Breaking through the story's very seams

Only in darkness one will see
The consequences of kindness as pure as can be
Those who lurk in the shadows and prey, always to see the rise of day

Only in darkness one will see
The value of intelligence as the key
To escape maliciousness at it's core
And to prosper all the more

if you have no one to write about
then how could you write about something
if you've never been in love
then how could you write about loving
has it ever been mutual?
if you have nothing to cry about
then how could you smile for something
cause after the rain comes the sun
but it's not shining or warming
what does this do to you?
I thought the wonders were beautiful
until I wander to you wonder if you even think that you're beautiful
these poems are nothing to you
but I keep on writing cause it's the only way to get through to you
I think I'm starting to hate writing poetry
I'm just sick of this poetr--
if you have someone to write about
you will always find them in something
if you have someone to dream about
maybe you'll dream of the wonders
has the view ever been so beautiful?
if you cry with tears of joy
will you smile with your heart too
cause when the sun isn't present
can stars and the moon make you beautiful
look inside and see star of the north
I've been guided straight to you
The nights I spend alone and I cannot find you, the sky is too polluted
The last time I saw you I wandered to a wonder and was amazed by the view
now I just wonder if you ever wander making it harder to find you
I hope that I'll find you