................. maybe....................   
I'm                                    out
       but   you   popped
                  into my
                     heart.

Sometimes a good cry is all we need
To wash away the darkness
So our souls can be clean
Then our souls sparkle
with a happy  gleam

Sometimes a good cry is all we need
The heart grows dark
sometimes dark as can be
we open the floodgates
and let the cleaning start
Now we have a happy heart

To cry
To wash out the inside
To push the darkness of life away
So we can move on to brighter things

Invisible

They walk the city streets, invisible.
Everyone looks away, afraid to see.
Afraid that they themselves may
one day have to say, “It’s me.”

They dig through garbage bins,
and everyone looks away in disgust.
To eat and strengthen the body
is nit a little thing - it is a must.

Invisible and hated, street people

Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.

Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?