words refuse to die,
so do not give the wrong words life

I learnt once you stop writing poetry for that lightening bolt
That when you do not formulate for those numbers illuminated in red
When you are not afraid you will be the only one to see your words
Your poetry with be beautiful

I may not be good
Not good at writing poetry about moonlit nights and cradled stars
I may not be good
Not good at painting scenes with words that seem from another realm
I may not be good
I may not be good at kissing your blood and bad memories away
But I still do try

Nothing is definite
Not the blood in our veins
Not the air in our lungs
Not even the love in our hearts

All are subject to change
Either because we have shut our eyes
Or we are six feet beneath the flower stained earth
Or perhaps the world has shown us it is not worth loving

Bless me with that smile
A thousand stars hidden in the chest that is your..well it is your secret to keep
Among others,so many others
And yet I do not mind
I would go blind
And I would go deaf
If that would make you feel safe enough to utter your secrets without worrying
But dear prince my arms will always be open
To catch you
Because you did not leave a glass shoe behind
You do not have long flowy hair.though your dark mane is enough
You did not bite into a poisoned fruit
And you were not put to sleep for years
But I would still kiss you everyday
Cherishing the thought that my lips will always bring you back to life

The sun was just enough that day
And not because I could feel it on my skin
No,it was barely visible
But because it merely existed
So too the singing of the birds brought about a euphoric dance within my eardrums
And I pictured these birds in every colour,including some that unicorns only dream about
I appreciated the pavement beneath my red worn shoes and the way gum stuck to it for dear life,afraid to fall into itself
And I appreciated you.
You hadn't said a word.but you were just standing there
And that was enough. Always

He weaved me with delicate fingers
The fingers of an artist old yet new
He told me to give my heart freedom
And to never cage my emotions
He told me I was free
And that I was never a mistake
That I should just be
He caressed his way through my hair and past my ribs
Untangling my secrets and my shadowy fears
He kissed his way up the roses of my dreams
And yes he planted a garden in my chest
Tulips,Daisies,dafodiles and more
And he wrote me poetry.For every day I was sad
And felt I deserved more,
More than just the floor keeping my weak body up
He just was