Tears on her face is a way to tell if she's sad, her frowning is
another way, too,
But what if the tears in her eyes never reach her face
What if she's smiling all the time
What if she laughs like everyone else
How do you tell then?
Look closer,
See the long sleeve shirts she wears even in the summer
See the faint bags under her eyes from crying
See how her smile never reaches her eyes
See how she keeps everyone at arms length
See how her eyes you always thought were bright and full of light have
the faint shine of tears just about to break the surface
See how she looks around to see how everyone reacts before she smiles or laughs
Do you now see she's not cold when she pulls down her sleeves
Do you now see why she likes to be alone
Do you now see why she always smiles
Of course you don't because you didn't look close enough
Before they found her in the bath tub.

He slept alone
But not quite
He slept with death
That night
He kissed darkness
And gave his blood
To creatures
Monsters
Predators of the dark
But he was happy
Kissing darkness
Looking into death's beautiful eyes
They found him dead in the morning
And they don't know why
Only the night knew the tale
And she was unwilling to tell
The sad story of the lonely man, and the life ******* vampire that visited that the night.

You,
Yes you,
Are beautiful,
Do you not see you are beautiful?
On inside and out,
Do you not feel you are beautiful?
Though you have a beautiful brain and a beautiful heart,
A shattered surface,
So imperfect,
Is that all that you can see?
Must I tell you what I see?
I think I must,
Please see,
That,
Your voice and laugh are beautiful making everyone around you happy for no reason other than it's you,
Your heart and mind are perfection in highest form always knowing to help and protect,
Your wits and guts,
Your bravery,
Your loving nature,
You,
Yes you,
Are beautiful,
So please don't forget,
You are beautiful,
If not to anyone else you are beautiful to me.

All is wrong in the world
Only ash remains
Cold from winters past
All is in a flame
Burning burning past
Books and everything
Smoke and ash it flies
The past it never dies

He comes for me
His eyes like the ocean below
And the sky above
He comes for me
A smile as bright as the sun and
Armor as bright as dawn itself
He comes for me
His hair a wheat color they say
He comes for me
If I climb in the dark for him
Will he wait in the stars for me my knight
I dream of the day he comes for me
At gracious speeds he may  
I dream of the day he comes for me
And says I have come for thee
Each passing day I wait in suspense
Will he come for me then
I see a thing in the distance
Has he come for me
He gathers closer I see his eyes as the sun cases him
A pricing blue I shall not forget
His hair a blonde no more than white
He looks at me
Is this my knight
His hair is right his eyes are blue he is in white he has the steed as black as the night
Then he turns away
And just as fast as he came
He disappears and never seen again
I slowly fill with sadness
With fear and frightful thoughts
He comes for me I know it
I wait silently
He comes
He comes for me
My knight.

The sky is gloomy
As if it were to rain
The trees they whisper
Like they were in pain
The wind is silent
The ground is cold
The trees sadly old from the cold
The leaves fly across the sky
Then I feel first rain drop
Now I am truly alive

When everything burns
I will not cry
Not a single tear
For the second I was born
I was meant to die
So not a single tear
Will escape from my eyes.