It's a long way
from here to where I can find
sunshines
my drugs make me so cold all the time
and top of it today the rain falls
it's my summer
not looking forward to winter at all
walking around in foggy mist
wipe it all from my eyes
make me happy make me feel my own warmth

make me feel again
what I am
what I was
make me feel tomorrow.

If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain
Store them in jars,
That are labelled with "Pain"
Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all the stories,
I'm too scared to speak,
Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain
Isn't always my fault,
Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words,
"You're too precious to cry"
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own,
And learn though we're lonely,
We're never alone.

She became a secret, never opening up
to anyone, and she wore the years like a diary,
no one ever wanted to read.

Why are you sad?
Because you speak to me in words
and I look at you with feelings.

I'll bring the gasoline
You bring the flame
I'm a Pyromanic, baby
So set my heart ablaze.

She slept with flowers in her hair,
enclosing starlight in weary eyes;
Dreaming of yesteryear
and all she once left behind.

Poetry doesn't have to ryhme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn't.

Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives,
but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.