It only took a spark,

A glimpse of happiness,

To start a fire in her heart.

A fire that shines bright for her even in the dark.

A glimpse of happiness.

Buried deep within the soil of her soul.

And as time unfolds,

She'll remember how it only took a spark,

A glimpse of happiness,

to bring forth blossoms from her once sorrowful heart.

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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

Faith. Hope. Love.
I don't have answers. I don't really know much.
But I know that those things ignite something in your heart, casting away the darkness of fear and regret.

When the cobwebs in the basement are cleared, you find all your old dreams hidden in corners you forgot about.

And when you pound your fist in the dirt, and say enough is enough... I'm not here to survive, I'm here to LIVE... to laugh and play and realize my deepest passions... to find the ocean of joy and invite everyone I know to swim in it with me. To love myself daringly; to dance with the darkness of my fears and invite their lessons in.

Something doesn't have to change. Everything has to change.
I'm not interested in being right anymore.
I'm interested in being ALIVE.

When you commit these things to yourself, and fight for love, for hope, for the adventure of really living all the way... something happens.

Something flips inside you, and heaven begins pounding at your door.

Life has always waited patiently on you to stop waiting patiently.

Adventure isn't around the corner. It's hiding underneath your heart.

Right here. Right now.

And with each new boy that came and went,

She hardened her heart just a bit.

And now, it no longer beats.

Her body, it no longer heats.

She walks around with a hole that was supposed to be filled by someone.

Hope you're all happy, seeing what you have done.

Now, she will never get a chance to experience that joy,


And girls, that's what you get for wasting your hopeful hearts, on a bunch of foolish boys.

As I stare into the flames, my thoughts consume me.

Memories of you, racing through me.

Some beautiful, some repulsive, but they are altogether too much for me to bear.

Why is this what I get in return for my care?

We'd rather have stone cold hearts.
That way, there are no broken parts.

There's no pain that comes with not feeling, in not being vulnerable.

In fact, they are the ones sought after,  no attachment needed, comfortable.

But that's not how we are meant to be, dependent, fragile, broken.

And to have someone treasure our hearts, with unconditional devotion.

What happens is, the true meaning of love gets lost in translation. We lose all hope.

Hope is what keeps us sane. Gives us purpose. Helps us focus. Without it, everything is just pointless.

Without it, we are unable to cope.

*To put it simply, we are just no match for love, when we have not hope.

I gave you the key to the garden where my secrets were safely kept,
And I showed you the flowers sown by my scars, my mistakes, and the corners where they were neatly swept.
But under the stars, you came in and trampled it all while I peacefully slept.
You had planned this all along, I'd consider it a successful attempt.

I awoke to the gate barely swinging on its hinges,
Horrified of what I would discover next, every muscle in my body cringes.
You've created a fire in me, destroying the trails, the fresh air, it singes.
The bright colors of my flowers, the flames, it tinges.

Realizing what you had done, my hopes began to sink.
All the lies you whispered to me, I wasn't sure what to think.
I should have seen this coming, the puzzle pieces began to link.
So I grabbed a piece of paper,
Using my heart as the ink.

I painted my mistakes as a precaution for the world to see,
Lines, details, colors brushed with my regrets, each stroke, showing them what they didn't want to be.
Seeing the finished picture, I knew I had found the purpose meant for me,

*To make a beautiful work of art, using the power of broken poetry.