you told me you liked blondes,
so i bleached my hair.

you said you preferred coffee to tea,
so i made espresso every morning.

and you told me you loved me,
but then you found a girl with dark hair,
who actually liked coffee
and didn't love you back.

so you boxed up my heart,
and mailed it to me with no return address,
because you told me i had changed.

and i went back to brunette,
and drank my chamomile with two sugars,
and never opened that box again.

Days pass by like restless flickering lights,
In the misty street you drown in thoughts.
Memories roll like a blue film,
And you breathe in and wander,
If the black holes exists.
Surely if it does,
Can it stop time?
Or bring back
Me to
Life.
Love
And hues,
All the joy,
Were stolen gems
Which were trapped by time.
All the stars know these words.
They know my story and more,
Back in time is where I belong.
O’ vast sky, spread the message of mine.
For I truly want to be back in time.

Every time we kiss the stars burn a little brighter,
The wind howls a little louder,
And the universe holds it's breath just a little longer.
Off in the distance another star is being formed and another star is falling apart.
I hold your hand,
And the ocean ascends higher,
And the moon pulls a little harder.
You do not notice it,
But when your lips meet mines,
The world and everything in it stops moving,
And it feels for once,
The universe and I are one.

In your budding years,
they said you weren't beautiful.
Little did they know,
that a day would come,
when your petals would spread gloriously,
such sweet aroma, such beauty...
That was the day you started to bloom.

And then they spoke again.  
This time they said,
That you needed to draw attention,
to gain admiration.
And that being desirable,
made you valuable.

So you wanted to stand out,
from among the crowd.
"All eyes on me,
So that the people would see,
my charm, my wit, my beauty."

But then you looked into the mirror,
and you didn't like what you saw.
You didn't look like that ******* TV.
Your flat nose, your round face,
Your eyes that aren't as deep set.
Since she was the definition of pretty,
you wallowed in self-pity,
obsessing over your own flaws.

So you got busy.
Busy putting makeup,
and covering up flaws.
Concealing, contouring.

Busy dressing up,
Trying to look ****,
Showing what you got,
so that people think you're hot.

But you got it all wrong.
For they were all wrong.

They didn't tell you,
that there is beauty in modesty.
And that drawing people with your body,
might end up leaving you lonely.

And that relying on other's validation,
would always lead to disappointment.
And that everyone out there,
really just wants someone to care.

That always drawing attention,
is a selfish expression,
and that giving attention,
may warrant more admiration.

They didn't tell you,
that you were beautiful,
even before bloom,
even before budding,
even before birth.

They didn't tell you,
that you were beautifully,
and wonderfully made by God.
And that what you thought were flaws,
God called beauty.