She is made up of words that not anyone can understand;
Her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache,
And her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless.
She is the prettiest song,
The perfect sonnet,
The most meaningful haiku,
And the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her,
Seconds to love her,
And a lifetime to forger her.

In the theater
under the indigo curtain
of night
the lovely fruits still have
the wings of leaves
dazzling earrings joggling
shining
in a night
punctiliously built
by you
behind you is
a sodden wall
like the part of the world
that is cold
a song without tears
is the shrill of rocks
on the precipice
there's
too much imagination
trekking.

Today I was called a charity case,
for its my fault that all I wish had happened to me was drown,
for its my fault that my hair is dyed,
that I wear leggings every day,
and eat anything Im served and just say "Ok"
for it's my fault that I'm not sensitive,
or that I get straight A's,
But it's not my fault my parents weren't around,
it's not my fault that I had to struggle just to rise above the ground,
it's not my fault I need to work full time young to just succeed,
it's not my fault that I get help from people decent enough to help a person in need.
But I am not charity case.
I work hard for the things that I have,
for the future I will grasp,
So take your ignorant self,
and bang your head against some glass.

I remember someone I once knew
You are no longer her
She has faded away with time
I sometimes see her deep inside
But no longer showing
Tucked away, she still finds her way out
Sometimes

But this new person is growing
More beautiful than before

What once was a wilting flower
Is now a new bud growing into
A beautiful flower
Lavender, sunflower, rose?
Who knows

But one day it will be fully grown
Yes it might wilt on the dry
Horrible days of its life
With the old self trying to break free
From its prison deep inside

But you are stronger now
And you can keep it from reaching the top
And decaying the beautiful outer flower

It would be quite easy
for you to break me
Shatter me like the glass
I didn't know my heart was made of.
I'll repair like stone
And turn colder
But wiser?
When it comes to you
It seems as though my heart of stone
Turns to fragile glass
At any given moment
I think of you.