The number 7
Is an unlucky
Number
To carry the
weight that is
No longer mine
To carry

The morning I was told
I lost you,
I curled into a ball in my bed and cried.
I cried like you should have,
I held myself the way I would have held you.
Now that I do not feel you, I feel empty.

How can he understand
The loss of a feeling
He's never felt

He makes
Me feel like
Maybe I was born
In the right time after all

All I
needed
to do
was fall
to learn
to fly.

She looks like a monument to all the years we spent trying to be happy,

She sits like the sun, and she probably doesn't expect us to but we stare because she is so bright.

The daughter of love,  looks a lot like the both of us, only she smiles more.

Her laugh sounds like life, like we've planned for her to giggle like windchimes.

Or planned for her to run like summer     or walk like she's tip-toeing so she doesn't wake the grass

The only thing we know is how badly we want you..how much we love you.

When you were asleep and I was in your arms,
You shook the stars from the sky
As your body trembled.

I took the moon from its place in the heavens,
And let it rest on the foot of
The bed we shared.

I tried to take away gravity so all the weight you held on your chest
Would be lifted from you,
Even in your sleep you seemed troubled.

But all I could do to make you stop shaking was gently kiss all the parts of you I love; your eyes grew peaceful again, your body grew back into mine.