i couldn't put it into words,
so i drew a picture.

i was the rock
sinking in the ocean,

i was the canvas
torn with a knife,

i was the scream
beneath a smile,

i was the house
destroyed by a fire,

i was the girl who was lost,
and couldn't find her way out.

maybe the sky is so blue
because the earth isn’t in love with her.
all we do is complain about the weather,
something even she can’t control.
more of us need to appreciate
the love and the light she gives us,
and maybe then
she would have less rainy days.

roses, red
lilies, white
I'm still waiting for you to write.
violets, blue
daisies, pink
I'm slowly running out of ink.
carnations, orange
marigolds, yellow
all this waiting, I'm growing mellow.