Love is...

Love is an infinity,
built in all it's divinity.
Love is trusted bonds
that corresponds with hearts.
Love is heated flames,
that tames a wild soul.
Love is reachable,
but not easily found.

Covers

Folds and crevasses
of covers.
Folding onto a young girl's body
protecting and shielding from the outside winds.
They warm her shaken soul and provide cover,
such is their name.









A short little poem, I wrote to be cute cause who doesn't love covers! <3

The Music Man

Red velvet lines the floor,
and the boards go from floor to ceiling.
But it's not real, she thinks.
she's on the brink, the edge of insanity.
Where red blurs with brown and the music man
calls her name. It's not longer a game.
The song goes slower but her vision and mind is faster
than her feet can carry her.
The music man is calling.
She is recalling his song.
Every note striking her strong.
She reaches a door.
Her soul is not full anymore.
The doorknob turns, and she enters
into the arms of the music man.

Blind

She could see,
but not look.
She could gaze upon
but not criticize.
She could envision
but not imagine.
She is blind.
But she can still
visulize the unthinkable.

Grief

Grief,
tears that streak a young girls face.
Dropping into the folds of an ocean of covers.
Grief,
of loved ones lost and lost loved ones.
Greif,
heart beating filled with an ocean of tears.
Grief,
takes over her.

Lost Stars

falling,
falling,
falling,
stars.
grasping,
grasping,
grasping,
stars.
reaching,
reaching,
reaching,
nothing.

Whispers

Whispers of sweet love,
all part of one voice.
Whispers of hatred
singled out by their words.