I haven't known her for a really long time,
But I can already tell:
She likes the subtle things.
The things that people don't usually acknowledge.
The smile, the laugh,
The kisses and the hugs.
I can just tell...

She has bright blonde hair that matches her personality.
She wears clothes that reflect her soul; relaxed.
And she has a laugh that is powered by her heart; it's amazing.

You see,
I can write about how the sunset is so beautiful with all of the colors mixing together like a fresh oil painting.
But I'd rather talk about her.
Because honestly, she takes my breath away.
I don't have to say much, I just have to look into her eyes,
And I know that things will be okay.
They just have to be...

Again, I haven't known her for a really long time.
But I can tell she likes the subtle things.

when a heart is broken and love is there no more
just like broken glass lying on the floor
shattered in to pieces  your world has come apart
you try to make it mend but dont where to start
thinking of the times when your love was so strong
thinking of the reason why it all went wrong
they say that time can heal  bit by bit each day
and broken hearts will heal as it ticks away

so
so you think that you know what comfort can lend?
when the days languish but the anguish won't end
why the blade cuts deeper when the knife belongs to a friend?
how it seems we can never make amends
for our cruel words rubbed into breaks that never really mend?

did you think you had the answers
to why a healthy heart so often kneels to a lonely cancer?
why love never means that you were given candor
and each of us eventually takes the stage as a lone dancer?

were you convinced that you knew
when the river would stop pushing me away from you?
whether the storm would pass on through
and which side I'd stand on after the line you drew?

did you believe the seeds we'd sewn would finally rise?
that honesty in words meant they would remove our guise ?
and that years past meant we had grown wise
or if hindsight is all that our risk ever buys?

god how I wish you were still here
to look through these eyes that see the past so clear
without the blinders of rules and fear
now that the lights are dim and there's no one to cheer
so I can hear the words that you'll love me year after year
god how I wish my wanting could make you reappear

so
so you thought two lives were something we could weave?  
and you could tell joy's tears from the ones the regrets thieve?
but I didn't know what I could say I really believed
and I never could have been sure until I felt you leave
and now I can say that I know what it is to grieve

Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.

They’re almost gone now a vanishing tribe
Peddlers of fresh sweets honeys from hive
Sellers of fish heads such sundries on head
Toys and bangles and blankets for bed.

Don’t see them around those struggling men
Making the choice of voice trudging the lane
Hoping to sell one piece in dream of gain
Faceless wind ringer in sun’s bite and rain.

Gone are those plaintive cries on summer noon
Raising road’s dust on trail singing the tune
Traders of trinkets girls’ ribbon hairpin
Yoyo and plastic top with endless spin.

Why the times ruined them made them a flop
Sellers travelers with head-full of shop
Sending their song of hope past locked in door
None could now fill that space nothing anymore.