Sometimes words just can't say what you feel
And the most beautiful poetry is

the tears sliding down your cheeks

the memory of being too small to understand anything but a smile

holding someone's hand for the first time

the pain no one can really put into words, when you lose the most important person in the world

The daydreams and nightdreams and everything else inbetween

And knowing you are loved

The blood in my arm
Looks so much better in my veins
Atleast that is my way of thinking now

Once, a bird with sharp wings
Flew across my pale skin and I went blue

Mother I promise
The bird is gone
And it's never coming back