i hear you, child
don't spend your breath
trying to say
what's already been said
words spoken loudly, proudly
did not fall
on deaf ears

i hear you, child
there is no need
to cry tears at night
whispering secrets
to the moon
secrets you desperately
want to be heard

i hear you, child
your pain sings to me
a song of longing
of disappointment
of wanting to disappear
but i can see you, child
i can see you
and you are beautiful

you will never be invisible to me
you will never go unheard
i see you; i hear you
come with me, child
it will be alright

Who would think a rose so sweet
Would dry and crumble at the feet
And blooms that scent the night and day
Would steal a heart, then fade away

With petals soft and fondly red
Sweet essence fills an addled head
Then turns to dust before the eyes
Leaving naught, but sad surprise

Who would think such thorny vine
Could lift a blossom as divine
And by the stem on which it stands
Could so wrong an offered hand

Such strength and beauty is rarely true
A blessing owned by very few
As 'neath the soil, in winters keep
There sleeps a rose to tear a cheek

Who would think that perfect bloom
Could be a bane, a curse of doom
So fine a sight, yet in disguise
A rose to ***** and blind the eyes

Teasing words that nipped at my skin
And left scars far bigger than expected,
Were the only form of affection that I knew.
So I'm sorry for all the scars I left on your skin
When I tried to show that I loved you.

I live in verse,
And speak in rhyme.
There's no way out;
It's all the time.

My breath's a pulse,
I love in style.
I'm friends with stanzas,
There's no denial.

Consumed in poems,
My heart is filled
With peace, and fun.
I'm joyed and thrilled.

I take a breath,
I mean, a pulse.
I can't escape,
It's all impulse.

to want someone
and then decide not to want them anymore is truly a crime