The Shape of a Heart

The shape of his heart Fit perfectly Into the groove of her insecurity

The Blue and Broken

Life for some of us Has been a brutal beating- Blue hearts bruised and bleeding.

Permanence

Though life may be A finite thing- The journey itself is never ending.

Mistakes

The breadth of my mistakes Will take your breath away.

Loving You

A gentle wave washed Over her. It said "With all the force my Mother provides I could not wash away your Beauty even if I tried." And her hair began to Glisten like the stars, Drawing the attention Of everyone down the boulevard. Her hand in mine was enough To put a halt on time. Momentarily I looked into those Beautiful blue eyes, Thanking the god of the skies. She walked with me until sunrise. And as the sun chased away the darkness, The vocal mountains proclaimed that her Beauty could not be harnessed. "What could possibly possess you to so Truly walk next to unruly me?" I said in a fit of insufficiency. I caught her stare her in the middle of The fair as we sat in a chair drawing Patterns in her hair. I believe in what is true- Im in love with loving you.

The Pitiful Pathway

A decadent monstrosity, Of sickening velocity. Life- a bittersweet atrocity.

Societies Labeling

Though im blind, I can see. Though I cry, I am not weak. I will die but ill never leave. I do not believe, in societies labeling. Though im crippled, I am not obsolete. I might be handicapped, but I can compete. I might be fat, but my soul is intact. I might be introverted, but I can act. I do not believe, in societies labeling. Though im small, inside im tall- I do not need a big truck To prove anything at all. I might be ugly, but not to my honey- And if beauty is in the eye of The beholder, you shall not Judge me. I cannot hear, but I can Sense your fear. I cannot write but my Message is clear. I am the beautifully broken, story Of the year. I dwell in a trailer, I am not An evil invader. I am an artist not moralities Impostor, I do what artists do- We are not monsters. I am a foster child, nevertheless a human Being, so how could you, treat me as "Less than thee?" So why oh why, do you judge me? When you know, that societies Labeling, does not mean a thing? And where did your own individuality Go, if you cannot make a Decision on your own?