Damaged

Behind those eyes
lives a vibrant mind
over a fragile heart.
Smart enough
to know better
hopeful enough
not to.

Fly

Melancholy baby
all too familiar
with tears
spread your wings
and know
that you
are so much more
than this.

Sing

My words
are the soul music
of an untethered
heart
and an unquiet
mind.

Beautiful

If I was
beautiful
in your eyes
would my life
be perfect
cloudless
sunshine
or am I
better off
being beautiful
only to me?

Friday Music

Notes
on air
my companions
on this ordinary
extraordinary
night
of my life.

Clarity

My mind is sharp
my heart is strong
and through it all
I sing my song.
Perhaps
someday
you might
sing along.

Words

When I feel
most alone
I seek solace
in the purest
thing I own.
My words
are my home.