She’s so beautiful
She’s a distinct petal out of a thousand roses
So bright and radiant, but feels out of touch
She feels dark, so out of love
One says she changed, but a million are blinded

She’s a philosopher
An artist with her words
One says sadness
While she writes a silent ocean
Her brush steals hearts

Summer will find us shortly
In the bristling but once-filled heaps of grass
through the wind, the howling of sorrow
May the sun find our chests and warm their holes
For the lovers in the past have torn us through

I hold their hand for them to stay
But they drift further away
Must be killed three times to hold
These poets' eyes are not foretold
Despite the words that pour from the soul
A field of roses will rot
If the gardener does not trim the grot

Oh, to be so vulnerable
I trusted you so much
You lifted my shirt, and I thought you saw my soul
Your touch was painful

Oh, to be so vulnerable
To say the beauty I hold
And say I look good in white, not gold
I trusted you with my body

Oh, to be so vulnerable
Even the dunes ***** next to the shore
But my love dimmed no more
Isn't love supposed to be tolerable

Oh, to be so vulnerable
I wasn't aware addiction could be a caprice
For touch, there was never a price
But then you left, and I felt the mellowness
of hands without its fellowship

Oh, to be so tied
To want to stray but never hide
To feel the fear but not the wrongs
To feel the stabs but not see the blood
The Finest Act in God's way
Was to make a tune
never to be played

Summer air and drenched leaves
Of goals never reached
The wind gliding through my soul
A melody of god's ways untold
A repetition to understand
Listened once, forgot again
Grief they say is the last form of love
Being clawed away are these yearnings for more
A new taste and new love
To be god's fool
The one he sent out to ramble of helpless needs
And blissful deeds
What if god is how you describe
with caressing hands and gentle eyes
You say his name so attentively
despite the one syllable Melody
When will her eyes glow for me
And not the being who took her loved
Simmering is a prayer on my lips
that is authored to no god.

If all the people I loved in this life were to disappear
The grains of my soul would fade
I embody love to its finest definition
The clay is moldable, definable to the muse
A reflection of the strings tied

If my love is a reflection of others love for me
what if the mirrors break?

His hand cradling mine
Or holding a bloodied knife
My heart beats it’s melody
A painful screeching tune, or forsaken philosophy
Whales glide with their dead calf
Although the time will take its course longer

Shall humans fate is to see the worst in people when eyes first meet
What if love at first sight is the irony of vulnerability
A failed perception.
Or just a lesson.

That life’s first breath was bitter
filled with smoke
To be fulfilled, the lungs must be blackened

Summer air and drenched leaves
Of goals never reached
The wind gliding through my soul
A melody of god's ways untold
A repetition to understand
Listened once, forgot again
Grief, they say, is the last form of love
Being clawed away are these yearnings for more
A new taste and new love
To be god's fool
The one he sent out to ramble of helpless needs
And blissful deeds
Let this world be greedy
We are too starved to express
Oh god, make us bleed
Make us poor a trail of wonderment
for a better world
Where the starving woman dances
With the wind that only she can see