A small tightness,
Not quite an ache
I think of you and I drown in thin air.
Solitude,
for it's own sake
Take the quiet and begin there.

Hovers ever so thinly in the air
a frail woman the fragile December
With the burden of building on the gone by's residue
New times beckoning in the year that is due.

A perpetual question haunts the December
What for to look back what to remember
From all the treasures scattered on her miles
Heartbreaks and sighs friendships and smiles.

Come floating in her eyes scenes of happiness
Blurred by grieving tears that knew no redress
Hearts aiming high but dying in no gain
Aspirations withered dreams cruelly slain.

December she knows times will have her shred
She has to take the call snap the last thread
And before her fall she is destined to ferry
All shades of tints to pass on to January.

A new dawn has surfaced,
I woke up and realised I was wrapped tightly in your warm embrace,
I gently pushed your arms away,
Headed to our brightly lit kitchen,
Fixed you marshmallows, pancakes, muffins,
Marmalade,
Everything that could revitalise your day,
And then I remembered what you said,
'Babe, never leave me more than 5 inches away'.
I giggled and decided to return to your warm embrace,
But there you were standing,
Shambling like a Haiti Zombie,
Hair messy,
Breath as foul as Smaug and Shrek,
But there I was wanting to close our 2 metres gap,
Till' no spaces between us were left,
But I halted from my tracks, and said,
‘Baby, would you like some coffee to ease your groggy state?’
‘Who knows what tomorrow’s dawn may bring’
‘But my love for you will never dwindle from change’

I wept as the last pages of your diary was soaked in red,
From the sliced vein of my wrist when I was in a fit of rage,
With the broken glasses of our photo frame,
Taken whilst we were at the Carpathian cliffs,
Alas I could not capture your fall,
And I could not stop recalling how your hands gently slip away from my palm,
You ended up in a coma, failing to respond despite my desperate calls,
Nor from kisses that could awake you magically like Snow White with her company of dwarves,
Know that I am forever yours,
The same bespectacled spectre, Always haunting the campus halls,
Waiting to steal your attention and leave me petrified,
From your Basilisk and Medusa like gaze,
You were a personified patriot of beauty,
With hazel scarf, scarlet hair, pink lips,
Seraphim in disguise,
And what an angel you must be, to fall from the atmosphere,
And defy society’s tainted rules of attraction to fall for an underdog,
Though I find it ironic that your name was Dawn,
It seems like my sorrow was fated all along,
But I do not wish to survive another dawn without me in your arms,
How silly am I to forget about the running water in the tub,
The portal to bridge our gaps,
Not another step was taken,
When I felt a familiar warmth behind my back,
Followed by a disembodied voice which sounded like a ‘Hello’
Or was it,

‘*******’.

How can you explain colours to someone who can't see?

Why do people bother telling them what colour their hair, clothes and eyes are?

Whose voice does a mute person hear in their heads?

Do they hear their own voice or the voice of someone close to them?

Lying in a flower patch
Staring at the sky
Wishing you were here with me
But its just me, myself and I
Never had the courage
Was always just too shy
You always looked so pretty
With that sparkle in your eye
I miss you so much
And I let out a sigh
But I just want you to be happy
To you I'll never lie
I had always hoped
That I would be your guy
My phone starts to ring
My ringtones "Pumpkin Pie"
I listen to it ring
Before I pick up and say "Hi"
I turn around just like you said
And almost start to cry
You run to me and give me a hug
You don't want to say goodbye
This place just means so much to you
And its easy to know why
Because without you we're like flowers
We'll all just wilt and die.

If stone is breakable then why is a stone hearted person less likely to take emotional damage.
Does this mean that someone with a stone heart will only be hurt more when something gets though to them.

It would be nearly impossible to have a cold, frozen heart unless you were dead, because wouldn't your body heat warm your heart and thaw it out.

I personally would prefer a paper heart, although they are the most likely to burn and your blood would most likely saturate it, which I guess would stop it from burning so that's good. A paper heart would probably be easily broken as paper is easily torn, but I guess you could do origami with it, but then I guess you'd die because you wouldn't have a heart.

So I guess that maybe a flesh heart is the best. ( **** I was really hoping that origami heart idea would catch on, like adding the word hogs onto the end of other words to make them sound cooler, all the cool kids are doing it-hogs, or so I'm telling myself)

I can't see a thing
Through the darkness in my mind
You're calling out my name
But I just can't seem to find
That smile on your face
That makes the sun shine
Please just smile
And help me to unbind
The shadows from my eyes
And the darkness in my mind
You light up the world
For all of mankind.