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.

You write me
A beautiful lullaby
Soothing to my ears
What a beautiful melody
Exquisite symphony
Drift me away
To a world of fantasy
But deep inside
I'm bleeding badly
By the lyrics of yours
For your words are sharp
And like a blade
Slashing my heart repeatedly
I close my eyes
With tears rolling down
Drifting into a deep sleep
And so I die
Killed by a wordsmith
In his sweetest melancholy

-Jess

Silent snowfall in the darkness one calls night
Bells ringing softly in the distance
Delight
The pattering of new snow against the window
Crackling of fire in the fireplace
Lights of red and green taking turns flashing on the tree that fills
the house with the crisp smell of pine needles
Merry Christmas.

Summer was spent
on home improvements,
re-aligning old walls,
building new ones,
replacing doors that swing open
with others that stay closed,
and soundproofing,
soundproofing from top to bottom
so now we no longer hear the neighbours,
or each other,
or any one at all...