Your heart beats
Like soft ocean waves
Glistening eyes
Made of purple and grey skies
Your smile beams like golden sunsets
Your breath like crisp ocean breeze
You are a mid-summer dream
Of a never ending skyline

You are a breeze
That storms my heart
And in the rubble of things
I always find my pieces
Then I look at you
And my wreckage is rescued

When you write, your emotions start to stab you
Then you bleed with words unveiled by the beauty of your pain
You sweat with beads of warm memories hanging from your past
That slowly trickle down your neck choking you until your eyes water with the love that has long been washed away
When you write, you become vulnerable, exposed as you strip down your mind
But there's freedom in writing, a sense of joy that somehow, somewhere, a message is getting across,
To break a heart, rebuild a soul or tear down walls.
When you write, you bleed but you're still alive.

The paper knows
And the pen understands
That the mind is a soldier
But the heart has courage
When hellos are beginnings
But so are goodbyes
When people appear in our lives
To fall in love or break our hearts
Like sunshine lost in overcast skies.

She loved him with so much certainty
It shattered their worlds apart
Then the truth pierced her
Like shards of glass
It cut too deep
And she bled with his lies.

I laid the cards on the table
And it was a gamble
Ace of hearts, I bet
You treated me like the rest
But I chose to play
And it made you stay

The cards were shuffled
King of hearts,
I am baffled
I drank the wine
And you were drenched in time
You've seen me fall
Broken and bruised

You laid the cards on the table
A second gamble?
Queen of hearts, I bet
My heart is weak
But you started to play
And it made me stay
Jack of hearts,
You knew right from the start
That we already played this part

So, you're the espresso shots mixed in that iced mocha, even without the whipped cream, even with the imperfections, even with the bitter taste, even when you're under the gray skies, even without the sunshine on your face, the ice chips melting, it was still delicious. But then you got me twisting and turning on this bed of half baked dreams, I curl up like an almond pretzel wishing I was wrapped around the warmth of melted chocolate chips. You turned my mind into a carnival, carousels of too many roundabouts, spin me deliriously inside these violent waves and rushing lava flows. I have been counting sheep and chasing cars, played lullabies and uttered lost riddles to the stars tonight. I have climbed the mountains high and touched the clouds above the seas. I have walked these shores of pure white sand and saw your reflection on the moon at night. This train of thought is completely off track or maybe I am just lost in time.                         Tell me, why is it so hard to fall asleep?

If I can, I'd love to take you on for a ride, or maybe for a swim or even fly you to Spain
If I can, I'd love to sing you a song, or maybe we'll dance above the moon or even treat you for an ice cream at noon
If I can, I'd love to walk you home after midnight in June, or maybe we'll laugh to the stories we tell or even just gaze at the stars in your eyes
If I can, I'd love to take you away from this house you've built on misery and tears, where your windows scream of what could have been, where the bleeding past constantly knocks on your doors, where shattered hearts make your bed at night, where cold has been your warmth, and where darkness only sees the light.
But you said, "I'd rather stay so you can learn to love again and I'd rather stay so you will know what happiness really means, to be wise and strong again.
"I'd rather stay and take my time so you can smile and be whole again."

Even when you're broken
I will still embrace your sharp edges
And with my scarred body
I will love your pieces

My lips have never been this silent
Until the moment I heard you breathe
My mind has always been restless
Unti the moment I looked into your eyes
I never thought a storm could settle the chaos in my blood
My heart has never been this reckless
Until the moment I heard you speak
Words are supposed to be sweet
But it was citrusy
Different and memorable
To have gathered all the butterflies in the field
My feet have never known rhythm
Until they took the nineteen chocolate drizzled steps
To dance with yours

I fell in love with you
My ocean blue
Silent and deep
I will forever weep
For your heart I cannot keep

A song as an art form
Is poetry
Dancing on rhythms of magical word play
And inspired by the melodies of a beating heart