I find truth in you,
Finding truth in me.
When we touched hands,
and left silence spoken.
Our beating hearts,
Left Truth unbroken.
And in that place in you,
That I find in me.
Words will always take my breath.
Lovely you.
A work of Art.

Her hand felt like snow
He remembered
When forever used to be
And death had taken it away

She was the tree
That always bloomed flowers
He was the bird
That always took refuge

She had to wither
Like a fragile rose
He wanted to hold on
When she had let go

The sky turned grey
On a summer day
He stood
Feeling the wind

Where oceans end
Where skies meet
Her love exist
In the depths of his heart

The strings of your music
Entangled with the vines of my heart
As the moon shines bright tonight
I wished for rain to make tears in my eyes

The waves sing a song
The wind whispers a secret
Even the birds could cry
Why cannot I?

Droplets of salty water
Are they not the same
As the sea water that sheds in my face
A million more tears for you

Your footsteps dance on the strings of music
Entangling with the vines of my heart
Upon the bright moon tonight
I wished for real tears to cry

You can't just dine; It's not time.
Sleep, lines the bottoms of her eyes.
The circles form overnight, deprivation, falsification.
So if her common sense neglected?
It's 'cause something bigger's detected.
She doesn't mind being left behind.
She would rather go slowly to watch the sunset, anyways.
No reason to look behind the smokescreen (there are some things that no one needs to find.)
Look on as she survives another attempt, kinetic in her learning. Pleading guilty in a non guilty crime.
Avoiding awkward by jumping the fence to turn and step.
Can't help the second nature, her reflexes from past experience stay quick-just to hate her.
They taught her well, as she sought to dip-set
(back to her speculum of normalcy.)
Walking down the street, curbing the beat.
Lights flicker in and out; shadow-boxing down the alleyways of her life.  
Her eyes may have welled, only to dry; in the heat of the moment, regrettably she could only, sigh.
The one thing her mother taught her is to never believe in surprise. Collectively she will be waiting for the day and time when she gets hit from behind the lines, life flies by and she is not afraid to die.

"And she will bite her bottom lip all she wants."

They do not think of the individual
For them, there is no individual receiving their actions
They do not think, of what their action have done to the individual
They think only of themselves, and how they had to do it
So as to seem a good person, in the eyes of their peers

They can destroy a life
Just to justify their own
Not to themselves, but to others
"I did this, so I am a good friend"
No, you did that so you could seem a good friend, not be one

A good friend thinks of both parties
Not just themselves
You aren't a good friend
What you did, it was not right
Adding stress is a horrible way of eliminating stress

Think, now, before you act
Learn, please, from your mistakes
Never do this again
To anyone
Seeing the damage it caused