Silence befalls the ears with too much noise
when you're silent, people forget you're there
In my mind a thought sounds like a drop of water
Splashing against a puddle of its previously fallen predecessors
Followed by a high pitched ring of a tuning fork
As the muddled waves find their way back to a glassy flatness

Then all is silent again..

You bury all your problems,
beneath sunflower beds
and your back porch.
Cause the sun will take your sadness,
and drown it with its warmth.
And you'll sweep off the front steps,
shake out the welcome mat,
hoping he'll come inside.
And perhaps he will stay awhile,
and hold you through the night.

Every morning she turns to see the empty space beside her.
So cold
Every night she lays her pretty little head
On her pretty little pillow
And whispers a prayer.
Please bring him back to me
Her lungs collapsing.
For he is her air.
Her sunshine.
Her **Life

Brown eyes
so sad
and
broken

Snowy skies
that reflect
in
them

Too cold
or
too numb
to tell

They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.. So behold the beautiful lies that he told her.
He said he loved her. Just for that night, that one night to have the lights off and take her clothes off just so he can get off. And then... he's off.... oh the irony.
But please understand that there is another side, you see... She will play this game too making sure that the next time its happening to you.
The word "Love" is what builds a bridge to each others hearts but its that same word that could tare you apart....
Cupid!.... He's lost his aim. That 4 letter word "love" has been replaced with "game" its such a shame. But who can take the blame..? He lied, she believed it. She lied, he believed it. Its beautiful isnt it, all the energy that has went into it.
4 letters, 3 words, 2 minutes thats all it takes and its over. Now they're sober, waking up and feeling like they have been on an emotional roller coaster. Maybe she just needs a strong shoulder... To spill out her thoughts and talk about the future and when she gets older? Maybe he just wants to listen and understand everything that she's missing. But they will both become a memory to each other, strangers once again to each other... And to think, all he wanted to do was hold her. But hey...., they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

Let my thoughts flow onto this paper. The pen is my surgical knife, the ink is my blood. I put everything i have into every letter and word this is my true love.

These lines on this paper are my addiction i cant stop at just one. Every exclamation point is like an earthquake or someone screaming in your face!

Every question mark is like turning down a one way road and ending up in the wrong place. Some sentences are written in code. Just leave me with this pen and paper and let me get in my zone..

I wrote a poem for her today.... No no no, thats no good way to start it.
"You are my heart beat and i couldn't live without it." Nope thats no good either.

I just want to please her.. Even my best attempt to meet her wouldn't be enough to see her. I crumbled it up and threw it away, I erased it all, all the words I couldn't say.

Maybe writing a poem would be the way. A crumbled up piece of paper, and all that is left on it to say "I wrote you a poem today"

I'm that girl,
the best friend.

Pushed aside
into a box,
waiting for him
to grow tired
of his shiny,
expensive,
new toy.

I'm that girl,
stable,
always available.

Only used
when the new toys
are broken.

I'm that girl,
forever
a best friend and
never
a girlfriend.