A sensitive heart wrapped in thorns.
Her mind a secret room in a private house.
Invitation only.
A semblance of beauty untouched, but loved.
Elegant, proud, resounding with a melody overflowing with sound.
A mixture complex from afar, but oh so simple when understood.
Accept her, love her,
and you will need nothing else in the world.
So willing to love, so much to give,
a flower standing tall amongst weeds.
A firm wall protecting the weak.
She knows her boundaries,
she is strong.
Stand beside her, lean on her,
she is not lost in this vast world.
A delicate but bold young girl.

I tried so hard not to like you.
Not to stare into your eyes and see something there.
Not to hold my breath when your fingertips glide across my face.
Not to want to know everything about you.
Not to miss your arms at night when I sleep alone.
I told you I was stubborn.
That you couldn't sway me.
Not stubborn enough.
Because you got me.
I tried.

She heard a voice, in her ear, in the middle of the night.
A dream-like trance that filled her veins,
that could not have felt more right.
With wandering eyes she searched the room,
but all in view was black.
Then he spoke,
the dream had broke,
she never would look back.
When he held her hand, he held her mind,
her train of thought was lost.
She wanted love, she wanted him,
no matter what
the cost.

My stomach is bubbling nervously
My lips and eyes burn in turmoil.
Sleepless nights cause a test of strength.
A decision made can be reversed, but a mistake made
can only be fixed.
What stings the heart, may mend with time,
If thoughts and words don't drown out the hope,
that is held inside.
Red fumes, short breaths, queeziness,
is enough to drive one insane.
But for my mistake I'll take the
blame.

Memory is a beautiful thing.
Those warm summer mornings sitting on the front porch.
Jumping on Colton's trampoline in a frilled baby pink tu-tu.
Little white bows in my golden curls as I bounce,
grinning so wide,
in the rays of the Texas sun.
Trips to the lake in our old boat.
The water warm and glittering, calling me for a swim.
Tubing behind the Seaswirl with my baby brother,
giggling like little kids do.
My old cowgirl costume for Halloween.
Running from door to door with an old ragged filled pillowcase in hand.
Singing Hilary Duff in my 5th grade talent show.
Nervously shaking as I watch the smiling crowd in front of me.
My first crush sitting next to me in math class,
Mrs. Woo telling me to stop daydreaming.
Green eyes that stare back into mine, laughing, moving in front of me.
Adventures in Burbank with Megan.
Laughing so hard we fall to the sidewalk in front of a full Mexican restaurant.
My first boyfriend kissing me under an oak tree,
in McCambridge Park at sunset.
Here I sit now.
At my washed out desk in a new dorm,
in college.
My life will keep moving on,
and I have all these beautiful memories to fill it with.
My own personal home videos to dance through my head,
as I think,
as I dream,
as I film more to think back on in ten years.
Life is too beautiful to waste.
I thank God that I have been so blessed to be living.
Loving, laughing, singing, dancing, smiling
and holding on to this free spirit that possesses me and moves me.
Someday life will be but a wonderful memory.

I stare enchanted out of the fogged window.
Teardrops roll down its smooth transparent surface,
crying for the warmth of the sun.
Old edifices stretching toward the sky,
reaching with arms out high above,
waving under the pitter patter of the misty morning's face.
I am afraid to go outside.
To leave the window alone in its misery.
Deep blue eyes search for glowing glory that never arrives.
Sidewalks stained with icy slopes.
I am called away and I comply,
in the chill of the angry winter's sky.

We have blended nicely together.
Like the mixing of blue and red paints.
We are purple.
Hola, Hello.
Te quiero, I like you.
Nosotros somos morados.
You teach me, I teach you.
When we hold hands I see it.
We have blended nicely together.
The more different, the better.
Nosotros somos diferentes,
pero somos el mismo.

A fragile blood rich body,
balanced upon a protective slender stem.
Petals that surpress secrets far within,
A tender bud far from blooming,
that is perched upon my window sill.
In months to come its secrets are
exposed.
Opening, it reveals its death.
Once beautiful, turned crisp and brown,
rotting away within itself.
All the lies released into the cold winter's
air.
Limp and hanging from its crystal vase,
the underneath visible.
What was beautiful is now foul.
Why would you give a loved one a rose?
I would not.

Words
Loose as old rusted nails plunged in the wall
Missing picture frames of smiling faces
Slip, slip, slipping
Blurring, running from lips held tightly
shut.
Whisper, please whisper.
Don't say a word.
Take it back, pull it back in
That large bolded word
Traveling past
Like a missed Sunday Train.