there once was a pyromaniac
he lit himself on fire
he should have panicked
but everything was just brighter
he lived from day to day
yearning to add to the pyre
he knew it to be easy
with a touch it would spread wildfire
but he was no devil
he could control his desire
so he lived in agony
even when his need grew dire
he'd never intrude unwelcome
almost like a vampire
but he was far too kind and reticent
to trap a victim whom he would squire
he scared them all away
with apathy and satire
he was too familiar with the anguish
his fire would inspire
he wanted to protect the beautiful souls
from the harm of its ire
he let his fire burn him to the ground
leaving nothing to quench the inquire
he watched as his fire ashed
his wings and invisibly divine attire
he let it consume him
alone, entire
there once was a pyromaniac
he lit himself on fire
he was resolutely resilient
he drove himself to the pyre
but in his final breath
he heard no lyre
he was a fool
that no one could admire
there once was a pyromaniac
he lit himself on fire
i would have held his hand
together nothing could conquer us, not the world, not a fire

The promise
of tonight
stirs within

Let it
soon
begin

I stand there, avoiding the instance of your coming
letting the noise drown my thoughts
allowing the wind to remind me to move on
restricting any word to escape my mouth

But my senses always got the best of me

I feel you
My skin could not contain it's longing to be held again
I hear you
My ears immediately focus on your husky voice
I smell you
My nose has never been so familiarized to a scent
I see you
My eyes lose control but manage to cancel everyone else in the room
I almost talk to you
My mouth chokes and reminds itself that I am its master
I let this mutiny pass with the exception of my words
Restraint is our motto
But I guess I couldn't avoid the unplanned rendezvous of our eyes

You're coming closer
Your eyes filled with determination
filled with comfort
filled with happiness
While mine remain the total opposite
You comfortably say, "How are you?"

How dare you

You managed to make my mind lose it's control once again
You have manipulated it to reminisce a tormenting past
Something I thought I have trained it not to do
Ruining my scripted response of "I'm fine"
Messing up the story line in a matter of three words
My eyes are telling a story
I hope it's language is foreign to you

My eyes
I recall you saying it was my best asset  
And often I would close it, an action I'm restraining at the moment
You know I closed it when you touched me
Setting my skin ablaze with the feeling of security
I closed it when you carelessly said "I love you"
Making my gullible heart get too attached
I closed it when you cuddled me
Wanting to get lost in the moment
I closed it when you kissed me
Hoping the feeling will last forever
I closed it when you stopped all these
Wondering what I was doing wrong
I closed it when you were texting someone else
Dying to know who, but afraid to ask
I closed it when you lied to me
Wishing you would take it back
I closed it when you left me
A moment tattooed in my vision
Open or closed, I see it
And others see it too

Your question remains unanswered by words
I will not close my eyes
Not this time
I'm just staring
Directly at your beautiful pair
Half-hoping you see it too
My eyes that scream "Save me"
Louder than what my lungs can reach
For this is the most effective way to respond

Everything made sense
And my senses were playing along
But you walked away naively
And what hurt me the most was the fact that
You
read
my
*eyes

so many years older than me
first born
tragically...
he had five little sisters
he meant the world to me

I was 12 when he left me

Not really, he didn't leave
He was torn from my arms
in tragedy
There was no mystery
he lost his life to another
a driver, who was persecuted
to live and bear the insanity
of losing a mate
I might forgive, I might hate
but I live a half life without him
My brother ...

He'll never meet my family
My husband who he would never,
ever approved of but would have loved
because they both loved me

He never met his neices and nephews
because he was only 18
when he said goodbye
He never had his own
princes or princesses
he ended his years on earth
I like to think, on a high

But how high do you fly
when life had only just begun?
He had his baby sisters
like chicks in a nest
I often think he regrets
looking down on us
that he wasn't there
to prevent the pain
he witnessed when we found
a boy that hurt us
I like to think he'd be glorious
in his ire to avenge us
I know I'm not the only one

Gone from this earth too soon...

His Mum and Dad fractured
No parent  wants to bury their children
it doesn't seem right
but what kept them going
was their 5 daughters
as each goes on
then into the dark
they know they're not alone
He's there, holding the lantern
shining bright
welcolming them home
One by one
He's our light

I miss him every single
God ****** day!
It's been over  30 years
but what can I say?

Being a girl
that was a princess
to a soul so sweet
I miss him
with every heartbeat