that was the day
i saw her
in a different perspective
she was no longer
small and shy,
but curveacous and beautiful;
a woman in all forms
i had watched her grow
from the tender age of 11
to the wonderful person
she now
can be .

for a while
you were gone
and the sadness
returned

but now
you are back
with your
wonderful words

you make my soul
fire and ignite
you make me feel
smaller and light

you are a boy
and i am a girl
you bring me  joy
and you are my world

if i could think
wonderful thoughts
i would not hesitate
in portraying them to the world

if i could draw
artistically
i would not pause
in turning the pages for people to see

if i could write
beautiful words
i wouldn't stop
when handing them to people

so why is it
in the thing i do most
i am shy
and terrifed
for what people will say
when i am a ghost

once i felt sad
because nobody understood me
but then i realised
i am understood
but just not in the way
*i would like to be

as you turn the pages
you're taken to a place
where you see love, war and rages
and beauty in the face

you understand the pressure
you know how much it hurts
but it's just different letters
forming different words

isn't it sad
how you are drawn in
surely you are mad
for excessively  reading

'' r u n '' , i whisper
as delicately as i can,
for i know
as his mind decays
in the most beautiful way it can,
and i leave him
trapped
in his own bubble
like i promised
*i never would