Watching snow melt
a cold comfort.
Spring waits-
a bride veiled in white.

.
what is a soul?
i like to think of a soul
as an ethereal blanket
born white, soft, and pure
like a baby’s blue eyes
but as life goes on we stain
dragged through the filth of the streets
and we blemish from the stresses
that, naturally, come with each day
and we tear, from heartbreak, and loss
but you can be cleansed
and sown together again
by watching the sun rise over the mountains
you can go to church and give yourself to god
but falling in love is my personal favorite
all things that create you, make you new
and in the end, the wears, the tears
the pains and the stains
make you
you

How can I love unconditionally,
When I haven't been conditioned to love?


An innocent Angel.


©MH

all the tragic love songs are starting to make sense

Droplets warm upon my back.
Cleanse this imperfect skin.
This imperfect soul.
With your clear purity.
Wash away the wrongs.
Droplets gliding down my tangled hair.
Cleanse these tangled thoughts.
Cupping hands to take my fill.
Crashing waves upon my face.
Wash away the pain in my cheeks.
From fake smiles and self-aimed looks of disgust.
Droplets hiding me under their falling stream.
Let me close my eyes and pretend I’m free.
Wash away my being.
I can be clean. And pure. And clear.
I can be someone else.