I'm looking at a photo of me.
I am thirteen.
I have never been kissed,
Never been touched,
Never known love.
My hair is bleached blonde
And I know nothing of sorrow.

I'm looking at a photo of me.
I am sixteen.
His lips have kissed every part of me;
Every inch of my skin has been touched.
I have never known love.
My hair is bleached blonde,
And now I know sorrow.

I am looking at my face in the mirror.
I am eighteen.
My skin has been kissed by the sun.
I now touch only to show affection,
Because I know it now;
I know love.
I'm letting my roots grow out;
I know nothing of sorrow.

Flowers and skinny jeans, and pretty little girl things are what remind me of you
Tiny smiles and docile eyes that are kind of things which remind me of you
Cheeky jokes and happy blood rushing body rumbling laughs are easy to find with you
For you are kind and wonderful, and poweful. You are my very best friend

You are a Smashbook.
You are lists of hundreds of to do's,
You are your top ten favorite movies,
You are pieces of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
You are the trees you prune in your back yard
You are a garden you still have to plant
You are mornings
You are evenings
You are everything in between
You are light and love
And when the world comes and tried to shake these things from you
Remember every thought is tied to another,
Every piece of you is connected through roots
You cannot be broken
You are whole

Here I lay down my cross
My sins at your feet
You cast them aside and hold me

When the sky crys is it because of the death and hurt she has seen.
Is it because of the lies she has been told, or is it the disappointment she saw on a young mothers face as the father to her son decided things were too hard and walked away.
Maybe she cried for all of those she has seen fall out of love.
The sky has seen it all
She's seen the mother hurt as she buries her only child
The father not being able to make ends meet.
So sometimes yes the sky crys,
But sometimes she also shines as she witnesses the couple's first kiss in the park,
Or the young boy learning to ride his own bike.
Like the sky we cry,
but like the sky we must also shine.

Dead to me,
but dead no more
I threw you ashes overboard.
Your memory no longer haunts me,
or plagues my mind.
Your memory is as blue
as the blackened shine.
I no longer wait
or ponder you.
I no longer stay
to love you.
Because you are Dead to Me,
but dead no more
I've thrown your ashes overboard
Dead to Me
for the world to see
with there own eyes
You are Dead to Me.

She fell in love with a dream of someone
He fell in the love with blond curls and curves
A touch of skin and sight of brallete made him feel human
He was cool to the touch while she was warm
The poetry they made silenced all his bad dreams, but awakened hers

I am not your throw pillow;
You can't just toss me on your bed
Whenever you want
To look nice.

I've collected
S m a l l  b i t s
Of every soul
I've ever known
And sewed them
Together
To make my own.