She sits alone
rolling the ice cubes around
the bottom of her empty glass
at first I am filled with
the overwhelming desire to approach
but as I look harder
between the blades of strobed lights
I see her cracks
though she sits as still at the night owl
deafened by the cacophony of
foolish conversation and bad music
I see she is unstable
I see she has not come for company
yet neither does she wish to be alone
this is her
the night owl
an empty house
an empty bed
but what is not empty
is the inside of her head
she is truly magnificent
but know one will ever know

He was quiet. Speaking only when necessary, but rarely at all.

He was talented and loving,
caring and funny.

Until his love slipped out of his hands.

Lost and lonely,
Sacred and sad,

He sat there, heartbroken and wondering
what could be next.

When the love was gone, talent prevailed;

showing his true colors and the feelings he had within.

He shared his thoughts with the world, and the world approved.

The music came from the soul, reaching all who could relate

to his devastating loss, yet had faith.

When he found himself again, he found the love he once lost.  This time in the form of a human, not just a dog.

Ah but that's just it- he was never "just a dog" he was man's best friend, hero and savior.

She'll never save him the way that dog did, but she can surely try.

Keeping his hopes and dreams alive,
she stood by his side,
never losing faith.

When he seems to stray, she pulls him in, only to watch him stray farther.  The silence tugs at her heartstrings because she's said it all, and it wasn't enough.

But what could she expect from a man so quiet, only his dog could understand?

Everyone is given a set of bricks
From a young age my parents built a pedestal
with those bricks
held me high above the others around
Bricks of compliments and loving gestures
layed beneath my feet

At a certain age
I became old enough
to lift up bricks on my own
Methodically I layed them all around me
My parents now too busy
it became a job of my own

But there was just one problem
I forgot to pick up  my feet
What I had been building was no pedestal
but instead a wall

By time I realized this though
others realized they had bricks too
instead of building themselves up
they hurled bricks
to knock others down

My walls now had a purpose
So I continued to build
the walls rising above my head
and ending at my arms length
I had built myself a prison
to protect myself from others

It was very lonely in my prison
just my thoughts and me
And although what layed beneath my feet was love
The wall around me was made of fear
and the outside world of **hate

Strapless dress
Her confidence is high
She know's she's prettier than the rest
but she lets out a lonely sigh

She's nothing but a product of loveliness
Anyone can tell her but she won't believe
She sees nothing but ugliness
Never to be relieved.

She sees a light within
She hopes someone will notice it
More than the sins
And not be a hypocrite

She can't wait to meet him
The one who will be there through thick and thin
The one to light up the dim
He with tough skin

She remembers when it was first felt
Something infatuational
so much so she melted
but it wasn't real or actual

She moved on
she tells herself the lie.
That chapter was full of pros and cons
At least no knots were tied

Yet she still doesn't know she's perfect
everything she does, she does for good
her touch affects
The only thing about her that's understood

Someone will come along
she'll just have to wait
it's worth the delay, she'll write a hundred songs
He will come, even if it's late