there was a time
when you were something
for me to begin
like a space where our roots
could settle in
we grew around each other slowly
the buds of ourselves
blooming in the quietest way

many suns have warmed
our leaves since then
our petals lost their colour and scent
and i still blame the rain
for washing you out
so i don’t have to remember
that there was such a thing as
loving you too much

My very favorite window
I pass you every day
Sometimes the sun shines
Through the coruscant pane
Each time we meet in silence
But words would be pointless
For you are just glass; I can see right through you
You must see me too

My very favorite window
Inanimate but not lifeless our
Rapport resembles rain
That rolls like tears upon the hour
I pass you as we share reflection
If only I could pause time to sit and stare to wonder and cry
Against your cool surface

My very favorite window
I love you the most
Wind who whistles
Like the moaning of a ghost
I know you must get lonely
Although company passes, they ignore the beauty
Your sublime conveyance of nature's seasons is why
You're my favorite window

we’re all hung up on someone
whether it’s your highschool sweetheart
who now lives in Seattle, 4 hours away
or the man who had a one night stand with
when his wife was out of town
whether it was your boss
who you never had the guts to confess your love to
or your ex-husband
who ended up leaving you for a younger version
we go through the motions
we meet new people
and every now and then, we even fall in love
but at the end of it all
we're still stuck in the past
frozen to the memories
glued to the 'what-ifs' and the 'maybes'
we can’t help but want that one person
we can’t help but wish you were him
we can’t help but worry that he’ll never be ours
we’re all hung up on someone
*& I’m hung up on you

Can you breathe just that
little bit slower
can you speak just that
little bit softer
I need to show you something so important
all else can wait

Can you dream with me
can you fly with me
enter into worlds unknown
with me

Answer questions with me
question answers with me
lose perspective of yourself
with me

Through the lands unknown
where thoughts are more than known
Seek out your purpose little one

Guide your soul back home
A place where you will grow
You will be all you need to be

Just come
just come with me

She loves being alone, she really does.
Does one truly enjoy solitude?
A word accompanied by such a dreadful, negative connotation?
She always claimed to be a loner by choice,
but was she really?
Did she really have a choice?
Or was it simply a mutual understanding,
that she was not wanted or cared for?
Alienation is simply a form of self-defence.
She shut her doors to save herself.
She loves being alone, she really does.

A young girl
A twist of fate
Tall towers
Spinning wheels
***** your finger
Seal the curse
Wall of thorns
Villain with horns
Sleeping Beauty
Why won't you wake?
I've broken the curse
I've sealed your fate
Sleeping Beauty
She is doomed
The curse never really had a cure

You say that I
Am a work of art

And I'll believe you
Because you know what?

That picture you drew
At three,
Where you can't tell if that blue blob
Is an elephant,
Your grandma,
Or just a blue blob

*That's art too