I by fate and tragedy,
have been appointed to the childrens keeper.

We pass through empty streets,
the city in ruin around us.
We search,
salvageing what food we can.

We live in fear that destruction will return.
Wild dogs run about, baring yellow teeth,
threatening to attack.

We take refuge in a tall building constantly keeping watch.
We can not be the only survivors. Someone will come for us.
Where has everyone gone?

It is just I,
and to many children to count.
Sobbing tears,
that I wipe away with hopeful kisses. Restless dreams,
that I banish with sweet lullabyes.
I can not repair the damage that's been done,
but I can give them love, hope, comfort and warmth.

I by fate and tragedy,
have been appointed the children's keeper.
A task I accepted.
Now these children of ashes are my own.
They are my life, my everything.

I came to you in shadow.
Creeping into thoughts and poking holes in your perception.

But I'm just a pretty ghost.

My reflection I so often feel betrays me.
I paint my lips red because I have impenetrable walls.
You can't bust through,
So please don't try.

Hand held out to stop you.

But all I want to do is breathe your breath.
Inhale your sent and allow myself to do what I do best.. Discover.

Wonder surrounds me.
I'll always take a dare,
Yet I couldn't take you.

In all honesty my tea set it shattered.
The tea party is forever on pause because like my tea ***,
I'm so cracked.

Shattered...
Is me.
Always so afraid to move that I get lost in the waves.

I'm made of glass but no one cares.

Oceans overflow from me.
Spilling out so disgustingly.

Any dignity I had has washed away completely.

Am I so stupid that I forgot how to swim?

Tears won't stop.

This sadness is overwhelming and I just can't reach the shore.

My tears are an ocean.
Held in so long that it swells,
So consuming is sadness.
I wish I could just drown.

It's always a struggle.
Tears fall without my permission,
Into an ocean that could maybe help me vanish.

Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch.
Breathe in me, but cannot see, the wounds that ache so much.

I'll let you linger in my space, lights dimmed so you can't fully see.
In this place I hid, and sins that did, purge the light from me.

Hearts are such a delicate thing, walls built so you can hide.
The side of you, that always knew, this luscious lullabie.

Age sets in and scars collect, imperfections on your skin.
A road map, of gnarled sap, from the spot we all begin.

Reflections always distorted, some how you became so shallow.
As I cried, and echoes confide, I made love to my weeping shadow.

Bathtubs spend alot of time empty.
When used they are never filled completely.

Maybe I'm like a bathtub.
Cold and clean.

Well...

I'd hope to be clean. But I find myself ***** more often then not.

But I could shine. I could be filled to the brink of overflow.

You could lay on me for awhile.. Close your eyes and just relax.

I'll wrap myself around you and welcome you into me.

****...I'm like a bathtub.

I don't know when it was I fell, but I think I just hit solid ground. Those arms I wanted to catch me, are nowhere to be found.

I thought of strength as I fell, the beauty of his soul. Disregarding what I knew, that love can take a toll.

It's my own fault, I hide away so well. Secrets tucked down deep, that my lips refuse to tell.

I can't help but feel so broken, as I hit the floor. Delicate hearts made of glass, I heard mine crack as he closed the door.

You may have noticed puzzle pieces  scattered all around me.
Patterns starting to come into light.

I know this because I see it myself.
So I wait.

I always catch myself wondering what my heart keeps saying, because I'm finding it difficult to translate.

I love the wrong way.
I know this from everything before.

Puzzle pieces that never fit, no matter how hard I try.
Glue and paste never hold.
Edges always askew.
Patterns so complex they hurt my eyes.

It takes time I'm guessing.
Patient hands to guide pieces into place.

I wouldn't know what to do if it where complete.
Or what it might be like,
To never have too worry about starting over.