In your honest moments,
when there's a need..
to speak your truth
and get relief

when you feel
that there's some light
and someone needs
to know whats right..

when the truth weighs you down
and you need some air to breathe..
just speak the truth,
when there's a need.

have you ever felt so lonely?
lungs aching as they told me.
the wistful beating of your heart,
waiting for something worth its start.

Searching for a better song.
When you find it, it’s worth the wait.
Always searching for a sweet sounding song.
The best ones are made from sadness or hate.

Always searching for a better song.
Ravaging the internet for a sound that’s ok.
So cool when everyone’s signing along.
I found it, gonna save it for another day.

Some use music to block it all out.
Some have music to quietly hum or croon,
I use music to smile and shout.
But we all know that music always ends too soon.

Music that makes the world seem like more.
I love a song worth waiting for.

Fiona told me that all poems should start
with roses and violets of red and blue.
So: Fiona’s a cool blue to Liz’s flaming red heart.
And I the daisy closely combining the two.

the daisy smiles up at the sun.
to soften the fearless red rose is its goal.
Forever intertwining the daisies and roses roots run.
The violet has such a friendly soul.

Forever laughing you and me.
Broken with companionable silence.
The violet, daisy, and rose create such a scene.
Our life together is such a colorful riot!

Together forever they will grow tall.
So tightly knit are their stems they will never fall.

I’ve heard you like lightning.
Well I like the rain.
I’ve heard you like the bright dazzling lights.
Well I like the sound of the night train.

I know you love running.
And I know you have that scar.
Well I like it when it’s sunny.
And I’ll listen real hard.

I love the smell of limes.
And any sad song works for you.
You’re good at finding things that rhyme.
And I thought you were my best friend too.

But today I realized you’re my sister.
Because I’ve never met her, but I also miss her