A teeter-totter is my mind
Up and the other side is down
Then down and the other side is up
Perhaps if both things weighed the same this would not happen
Sadly, they don’t

Finding beauty has to be the easiest thing I do in a day
Next to breathing of course

I see all things beautiful through these lucky eyes of mine
Don’t you just wish you had eyes like these

What is beautiful does not have to be considered so by the majority
But seen a different way, or simply just noticed
But you have to be pretty talented
To notice

the tree didn’t weep

it did sag deep down and fall to the grass tips of the lawn

the drops dripping, plip plip plop, from the tree branches to the green blades

into the ground, with the worms and bugs

that climb back up through their dug hole

and climb up the willow

to see the sun coming up that morning

on a thursday where the clouds were blue, the sky was white…

The little monsters in my heart have begun to dance,
And they no longer feast on the blood pumping through
They feast on you.

The peacock has made its home inside of me, feathers fanned out
Each representing a problem of mine
And I sit back and see the pretty colors
I can't see the trouble to come or the things I must do
And if I only did them the peacock would no longer have to be inside me.

Because of you, it is not only my mouth that smiles.

My fingers, when comfortably placed between your own, either hand, smile.

My hair, when slowly and carefully you're playing with or fixing it in any way, smiles.

My back, when those arms of yours are placed along it and I feel safe from any harm my troubled, paranoid mind could imagine, smiles.

My eyes, when the vision of you or the actual you is directly in front of them, (preferably the actual you), smile.

My eyelashes are whispering to one another
Asking the same question to see if any of them know the answer:
Why do they feel best when resting on your face?