A poetic tongue tells her story
The words drip with emotion she hides deep inside
Anonymous hearts break
Sorrow taints even the happy memories
False strength is stuffed into the lines
Her pen a mighty sword
Will someday slaughter the grief
Invisible tears she refuses to cry
Can plainly be seen in one simple word
-Goodbye
One sunrise at a time
She stumbles on
Muted lips speak volumes
Anger and confusion have left permanent stains
An artists mind tells the truth about what is always denied
She wants to be held
To be needed as before
Only her paper knows that
For it is the keeper of all memories
Trapped for all eternity like flies in a spiders' web
Some good,
Most horrible
A dancing pen speaks of courage
Little do they know that courage has been gone for some time now
Only the eyes of the heart can read that.
Betrayed by talent, what little she has
Poetic words tell the true story
Because it will not pass muted lips
Only bits and garbled pieces
No one would understand anyway
A young heart was lost to hatred
And so
Late at night she cries
Not tears
But broken dreams
Fear posses anger so it can hide
“It'll get better” they keep promising
Yet each night she cries
No one will ever restore her broken dreams
A wall has been constructed to protect her mangled heart
To repair her dreams one must get close
Friendship and love are unwanted
Because death is the knife that severs loved ones from her life
Too many times its boasted of victory
No one would take the time to slowly chip pieces of that wall away
So, broken dreams will just keep falling
No one ever sees them
By morning they're gone
As the moon washes the world in soft white light they return
She calls upon her pen again
Pent up emotions ramble on
A silent voice screams the truth

That is beautiful