Your beautiful dark eyes
Makes me smile

Your beautiful lips
Makes me wanna kiss you

Your beautiful voice
Makes me wanna listen to you all day

Your beautiful strong arms
Makes me feel safe

You are beautiful
And that is why it never will be

You and I

Don't
tell me
you've lost
hope
as you
look at me
with
desperation.
Liquid
diamonds
escape your
eyes
and flow
down
rosy
cheeks.

But
I saw the
shimmer
of light
through
your
black
soul
and that's
when
I realized
that
coldness
doesn't
belong
in the heat
of your
smoldering
heart.

You're
a beautiful
mess
torn between
demons
and angels,
darkness
and light,
hope
and
despair.

Maybe
you need
to take
another look
at yourself
and see
the things
I see.

Like
the way
your eyes
fill with
wonder
as you
speak of
waterfalls
and sunsets
and those
nighttime
adventures
at 3:00
in the
morning
when you
give in to
insomnia
because you
think
too much
and I know
it hurts
but I say,
stop.

Free
your
lovely
mind,
be at
peace
with
yourself
and
maybe
you'll
sleep
tonight.

But
before
you do,
remember
that I saw
the light
in you
when you
were at your
darkest
moment.
It radiates
off you.
It illuminates
you.

Darkness
doesn't
belong
in the fire
of your soul.
So ignite the
flame and
don't let
the spark
die out
because
if it does,
then I'll die,
too.

But
don't
tell me
you've lost
hope
because
hope is
what got
you here,
hope is
what made
you stay,
and hope is
what I have
for you
that one day
you'll see
yourself
the way
I see
you.

Breathe in, breathe out
The sorrow, the pain,
The bitterness you hold inside.
Breathe in the joy,
The warmth of day
And the happiness you desire.

Let go of the burdens of your past
And breathe a sigh of relief.

We walk around as if we grasp eternity
By the hand, walking step by step with forever
Trapped between our sweaty palms that
Leak light through to brighten our future-
Until we discover eternity slyly slipped away
From our blissful present being
Only to leave us in the dark of
Nothingness.

Every night was the same
With the waking and flying away,
And the sky was cold and too loud,
And I didn't want to be there,
But what could I do?
I cried as I reluctantly soared
And I covered my ears from the violent tattooing of the passing air
And my wings ached as my body froze--
All to look over a jaded paramour,
To check;
To ease my mind so that in the daylight I could stay,
And as I hurdled between stars and clouds I silently wondered if the objective was worth it, or valid at all--
But I couldn't ask that of myself
Because I couldn't answer it.