I believe that a simple man could become a genius, but it would take a hell of a lot of thinking.

i look at all of the pieces of nothing
laying around
i walk by them each day
and wonder if i should throw them away

A moonlit dance beneathe constellations
      not Taurus or Gemini, Delphinus or Orion
                 but stars we named together
                   linking lines from star to star
       hands pointing in air so cold
a tear falls and
                           another
  leaving a roadmap on my cheeks
            that you
                            chase
                           ­            chase
                                                  chase
   ­         lifting the palm of your hand
                 so cold to the touch I shiver
            feeling the beauty of my tears
         that glisten like Venus in the midnight sky
             of this cold Parisian night
  you smile in jest and
     I misplace the space
  between you and I and that sky
  whispering "do you love me?"
    how could I resist the beauty of
                 our second to last kiss.

© Sia Jane

If you could read
my mind...
You'd be in tears

That feeling you get in your
Stomach when your heart
Breaks its like all the butterflies die

Its the kind of heartache
You feel in your
bones

I slowly feel myself fading away
From your mind
I'm living in a different world

I woke up feeling cold
You were my favorite sweater
Baby you were my soul
You made me feel whole.
By Myriah young