I feel your misery swept under blankets of false smiles.
I feel your sadness swept under grins and empty photos.
I feel what haunts you swept under hair flips and winks.
I feel the pain you haven't moved on from, swept under silly little one liners.  
I hope you someday find the happiness you've been telling the world you hold.
Peace is the goal, and fake happiness always becomes too heavy to hold.

She was nature, beautiful
But deadly, her cheeks as
Scornful as a rose, the smile hid
The thorns underneath.

Her presence though unseen,
Could be felt, like the sun's warm
Breath on bare winter skin.

She led him somewhere secret
As the night lures the stars,
As clouds gorge on the
Fragile light of the moon.

Over the crumbled bodies
Of leaves, into the alien
Land of tranquility.

When he woke, hands burning,
There was nothing left to see.
Only a faint feeling glistening
In the air, a failing heart and
A tongue full of dreams.

I didn’t shower this morning.
That’s fine since
I intend
to bathe in sin
come evening.

I lift my head to look at
you but you were
already looking at me

I'm seven days single
Six days sick
Five days dying
Four days childish
Three days gone
Two days confused
One day strong