What is joy, if not a butterfly?
Born from long struggle that gives him strength to be
Elusive if chased, but unpursued, he alights on me.

"Maybe you were right
maybe you were wrong
but I can't stand this fight,
not talking for so long.
My words were unkind,
I regret everything I said
but time won't rewind
here's what I got instead
Just my humble apologies,
with a side of shame
Guilt and fresh strawberries
and a forfeit of this game."

Sometimes people tell me to say happy things,
Conversations of spring and diamond rings.
Sometimes they take my black and brown away.
And hand me yellow, red, when I'd have gray.
Sometimes, they scorn my dress of blackened blue
For sparkled tops and flowery skirts in pinkish hue.
Sometimes, they don't want the mystery of night.
They'll have glittering doves in harmonious flight.
Sometimes, they "improve" me, and dub me a swan.
But  the mirror shows that my reflection is gone.

It’s not figurative, a Broken Heart.
The searing pain in your chest
As tendons  stretch, then rip apart.
So what if it’s for the best?
That doesn’t make the hurt ease.
I don’t bother to pretend, to lie.
Don’t care if everyone can see.
They judge me because I cry,
But they cannot feel this agony.
They cannot begin to conceive
Half the despair that I contain
They will never truly believe
The darkness my soul will entertain
They, who will never understand
For their heart is strong and sure
Where mine is a wasteland
Shattered into a thousand or more.

My brain said no
But something felt right
So I prayed, then let it go!
The darkened night
Was a pond, standing still
And it was a ripple of light!
A single sounding trill
Or a streak of white and gold
Dashed across odes of grey!
It left the world astounded
Powered by belief
And all logic impounded
It erased the grief.
Then, vanished without a trace
Before our watching eyes
But it's not gone, just in another place
Because such beauty never dies.

It burns inside
my secret flame
What I hide
I can not name

It aches my heart
Colors me blue
Tears me apart
And fixes me new

When all is still
and none shall know
It's my favorite thrill
To dream of my glow

I ***** it dark
But I'd rather see
my little spark,
my wish, set free.

Corduroy jacket
purple skirt
Sunshine in a packet
Barefoot in the dirt
stars in her eyes
twinkle bright
Knows no lies
In a world of right.