Everyday she walks alone
Keeping her head bowed down
But she knows she's a princess
With an imaginary crown

One day she met a boy
She thought whom was the one
Made her promises of forever
Asked for everything but none

But colors fade away
So did her perfect guy
He found someone 'better'
Left without any 'goodbye'

Now her heart was broken
She walks alone again
Left with nothing but memories
Of a boy she loved back then.


© Leigh Herondale  *January 2015

I’ve painted on three coats so far
and I still can see where I was last touched.
you stained your morning breath
onto the inside of my sheets
so I’ve washed my linens 3 times
but I can’t escape you.

I’ll shower for the second time today
until under my nails are clean
and the pores of my skin are bare
until the brush I hold no longer resembles you,
forgive me.

I’ve spent too long getting splinters
for anything other than a masterpiece.

Thoughts are like
a rare brand of poison
that will slowly
take over your mind
and eat you alive.

I used to think
I built walls to keep people out,
But then I realized there wasn't even
Anybody to let it.

Behind the glass,
The depths of the valley
Seem vast and unyielding.
But from within it,
The shadows of the hills
Are coldly welcoming.
Sunset,
Take me home.

honey suckle, babies breath
rosy buds of lifes breast
the sky is blind
the sea is deaf
together, they are
at their best.

evergreens, palm trees
they all look
the same to me
through wind they speak
and sap they bleed
always in beautiful simplicity.

as children get older,
teenagers- they grow colder
she needs a man
at night to hold her
keep her warm

and he, though strong
is weakened from
the long endless nights
where everything broke,
shattered, disintegrated
gone

he needs her gentle touch
to tickle his skin,
fill all the holes
gaping within

just as the sea and sky
and trees laughing in the wind
he needs her
and she needs him.

she was
just a
caterpillar which
happened to
be jealous
of butterflies.