Bleached-Hearts

Beautiful bird with brilliant wings Yet you cannot seem to fly Everyone says you could own the air But you can't leave your perch no matter how hard you try Beautiful bird with sensitive heart It beats gently, pitter patter You love the world and wish to see it But if you cannot fly it doesn't matter Beautiful bird with free spirit Your dreams are as untamed as the sea Mind an open book, with wings unfurled But it seems not meant to be Beautiful bird with weak wings Do not give up hopes of the sky Although the world is weighing you down Please do not give up and die Beautiful bird with broken heart Do not let one scar close y

Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. It's the rush, the rush you get whenever he appears to you. It doesn't matter if he's standing right in front of you or if a character in a book bears the same first name. A jolt of familiarity strikes you, lightning hitting a rod, and your body lights up, full of frazzled emotions and constricted heartbeats. Just the sight of that handsome face or even reading a typed line stating those oh-so-familiar letters puts you in a tizzy, an embarrassing state that leaves you winded and hopeful. You're not like those over-dramatized girls on the television or in t

After all the lies I made sure I kept my stance I gave you too many tries What if that was my last chance? The daisy has long faded away That was the last flower that I got It crosses my mind every day What if I missed my shot? There are no more 'Hello Beautiful' texts on my phone No one reaches down to grab my hand A heart has reverted back to stone What if that was love's last stand? Unwanted and alone is how I feel Wondering what there is in my life to miss That sweet peck I took the time to steal What if that was my last kiss?

Another empty bottle clatters to the ground, echoing off the barren walls and filling the stifling silence. It rolls amongst a sea of broken emerald glass before coming to a stop next to an empty cardboard container for a twelve pack. A cigarette is lit, the lighter flickering between trembling fingers as the paper lights, and the smoke smothers the sob forming in his throat. He's slumped up against the wall of his brother's living room, staring out the window at the moon's icy countenance, the only one left who will tolerate making contact with those crimson devil's eyes. Even it, a non-living entity, seems to be glaring down at him, damning

She's a little girl, ribbons cherry bright and eyes shining pennies. Twin pigtails keep her hair free from tangles and out of trouble as she clambers up and down the rocks on the shoreline. Her dress is water-stained and there's sand in every possible crevice on her body. Cinnamon skin is contrasted by that bright smile only a child can pull off with such bliss. Infectious laughter pours out of her mouth like beautiful music as she hides from him under slabs of driftwood and up in the branches of sweet scented coconut trees. He's a young man, blonde hair pulled back into a classy ponytail with a crimson bow and azure eyes gleaming with just