have you ever sat down by the windowsill
and wondered why
the birds could fly so high
when you couldn't?
the insects could make small noises
when you couldn't?

on the day I was born
I wasn't told
I would have just not cried for
the number of things
to come my way
on the day I was born
I was welcomed with happy tears
why the sad tears now
on the day I was born
born the lovely
curious little thing
peeked out of the dark
into the piercing light
only to take a step back now and to cry
on the day I was born
no regrets,
but now 15 years have passed.
on the day I was born,
had I known how these 15 years would turn out,
I would not have cried to
signal the live beating heart.
on the day I was born,
I might as well have died.

So I stared at the mirror
talked to that little girl,
*"Oh where did you go?"

drops the pen
takes the pen
pattern is forming
noooooo

above the lights
they regard what I do
with much curiosity
they don't talk
instead they shine so bright
and regard me with much
positivity
but I sit here in the dark
shrouded in the black
negativity clouded in the black
i silently watch
the lights above
regard me with eyes so dark
And I look back at them
And I see,
even in the dark,
a little twinkle in the dark

let my broken hair cascade across my face,
letting the wind take my place
I let the little hair strands straddle the soft contours of my face
watch them all
dance to the rhythm of the wind
touch the warm air
I sit here,
watching the wind take its place.

Warm brown curtains
The lovely sunlight bathing
The House
ensconcing it
it was beautiful, breathtaking even.
But,
the people inside were up to no good.
And so, there was a father.
who gave everybody else the cold shoulder,
eyes fixated on some steel devices
and only thing he said was hi.
And then, came the mother.
A lovely soul, but
hypocritical words created much misery.
And then, were 2 sisters,
who hung on to each other for dear life.
They loved their parents.
They loved the happy memories.
Oh, where did all that go?

What was wrong?
Oh, what was wrong?

The House
all bleak and broken walls
dimmed lights
china pieces scattered,
hearts shattered
everything was broken.
everything was bleak.
And rain,
came everyday
When will the rainbow come now?