A beauty in solitude.
When silence speaks.
A melody can be heard .
To mend the soul .
Of all its hurts .

The fish knows not
the depth of the sea-
how can you measure
the love I have of thee?

there were so many words i tried to say
some good
some bad
but none could make you stay

the days since youve left werent easy
some were good
most were bad
everything felt uneasy

there are so many sleepless nights
none were good
it was always bad
tortured by nightmares at midnight

i miss you.
all the good,
all the bad,
make me feel blue

Last night,
when I closed my eyes,
I saw the moon
so full and so bright.
I fell asleep smiling.

I walk through the garden,
In the light of day,
Rays of pink dawn,
Jumping through the fray.

Strolling long through the roses,
Bushes aligned in a beautiful bouquet.
I ran my hand through their blossoms,
Yet it came back with blood.

Snagged on the same beauty,
I was there to adore.
Dripping to the rocks,
Laying ugly on the floor.