A girl who spent along time alone.
Her pretty face has been long
gone. Almost unrecognizable.
With dead autumn leaves in her
hair. Dust on her soul. Long lifeless
twigs wrapped around her waste.
No beauty had existed in her no more.
A lost boy stumbled upon
her in a storm. He had a wondering soul.
Touched  her face and the
pale fading colours of her turned
to red. "You have beautiful emotions trapped
inside" he said. "Mind if i
run my fingers in your beautiful
hair i promise i'll touch it with such tender
and care" He then touched
the leaves slowly running his fingers through
her strands untying the
knots with his beautiful hands.
"Mind if i kiss your cheeks dear ?
I can see your beauty is skin deep here"he said.
She looked at him
with eyes holding oceans rip tides almost
at the edge to burst and
cry replying with "if you don't mind then yes
please do". Lips to cheeks. Heart to heart. Chest
to chest. He kissed life into her soul swiping
her off her little feet. The leaves
fell from her hair. Flowers grew instead.
The twigs fell off. And
the colour of her cheeks turned
to rosy red. "I think i love you" he
said. "Mind if you come over
tonight ? I'd like to keep you safe
and warm in my bed. Infact i'd
like to marry you and be by your
side for the rest of my life. Be my flower
girl be my beautiful wife. I
want you in my life. You're my queen" he side while
he made her a crown
of flowers and bowed down his head. "And
you're  beauty gave me a pulse
rush. It made my cheeks blush.
And the leaves in your hair giggle
with lush". He leant over to kiss her again. That's
when the clouds
sighed above and cried. Making
the rain give everything surrounding them beauty
and life. Making the flowers in her hair bloom
once again with colours that she never knew
had existed ever before. And that's how the story of
their love had began* ~

Eyes are not just eyes.
They hold stories of futures ,
seas and forest trees. Takes
a few minutes for one to see.
Look in your lovers eyes. Take
a moment don't just observe
their eye colour. Search for
stories and lost history. Look
hard and you'll find answers
for unsolved mysteries. Scars
of the past. Gardens bursting
into life. You'll find hope ,
new beginnings and a cozy home.
And if your lucky enough all
you'll see will be endless
amounts of love* ~

Four letters forming one word.
Two vowels jump aboard.
L.O.V.E is not an extraordinary
word. I wrote it down with
ink on the paper looked up
and heard a sigh. Turned left
and right i didn't find anyone
in sight. Grabbed my pen
and looked down to write again.
Found the paper moving
gently up and down. And i
heard the letters sigh. Thought
I'm high but what i saw and
heard was true. Ran a finger
on the letters written down i
felt a pulse. As if the letters
had a heart beat of their own.
Ran to shut my bedroom door
so no one walks in. Grabbed
my pen and wrote the L and O
the V and the E. And the letters
giggled at me saying "We know
about you and him*" ~

The poor get poorer,
The rich get richer.
           In some cases it’s a debate
             harsh situations Fluctuate
When money speaks, power escalates.

Sometimes…
The poor gets tougher,
The rich gets fragile against danger.

Often times…
Harsh situations make us stronger,
Easy life makes us weaker.

She walks in the room where
her mom is in. No one listens
cause she flips on the news
with the volume on high. "Hey
mom i met a guy from twitter
he's supposed to meet me first
day of college same age but
different faculty" she'd say.
Comes back from college
enters home. Finds her mom screaming and shouting and
if she could she'd probably kick
her daughter out the door.
Slams lunch on the kitchen
table "don't talk to me with
attitude cause i'm sick and tired
of you and your talks are such
a bore and make sure you don't
drop any food on the floor".
That's when she decided to not
to try with her mom no more.
Took her secrets and tucked
them under her skin. She hid
her twitter love in the chambers
of her heart. Walked in and out
of home without a single word
to say. She found love far from
home. That's what she's holding
on. She got her flowers on
mother's day all she heard from
her mom was why'd you waste
our money instead of thank you
for remembering me on such a
day. No more trying this place
isn't home. Home is in his two
arms and wolf like looking eyes. Waiting a few more years till
she'll be long gone moving into
a new place carrying her memories along. A place with no screaming
or cursing no hitting or abuse.
No fear or chocking on a noose.
Just a home with him and her.
Just a home with no storms. A
home waiting for a caring husband and a loving wife to carve their
stories on the walls and bring
them to life. And like
he'd always say the best is
yet to come one day. Hold on
your faith and pray i'll be by your
side always and stay* ~