LINGER
My dearest friend, I watched you wander from moment to moment
I saw you stand in the mirror
And pray to disappear
I watched you run from every heartache you’ve ever had
I saw you gardening the flowers of your own hatred deep inside your mind
I watched as you consumed every drop of water to replace the ones lost to your ocean of tears
I saw you run, run, run, far away from all of your fears
But my friend, I never saw you stay
In a vision, many years from now
That you do not know today
You will stay
The roses of love will overflow your heart
Your sunny smile will shine bright enough to evaporate any ocean
And I will yell, “linger on!”
I see the way you beam with pride, eyes glisten at your reflection
And I will shout, “linger on!”
Linger on, my friend
Because your heart has stopped crying
Linger on, my friend
Because this is only the beginning
Linger on, my friend
Because your life isn’t worth quitting
MOTHER WITH THE RED HAIR
My mother was born with red hair
Some are convinced that’s because she’s the spawn of satan
So was she
But I know my mother was born with red hair
Because of the fire of love, ablaze in her soul
My mother was born not knowing what it meant to love herself
She spent the first 35 years of her life trying to find someone wise enough to teach it
But instead she learned she had to find her own definition
I was born knowing my mother gave me all of her love but left none for herself
I turned 10 knowing my mother had been mentally recovering for 1 month, 2 days, 10 hours, 3 minutes, and 46 seconds
Without me
My mother was born with red hair
Not because she’s the spawn of satan
Because that fire in her soul
Is big enough for me
And herself
MIDNIGHT GLASS
Behind the glass
A man lurks
To any other he was an average looking man
5¨10
Midnight hair
And gray river eyes
To me, he was the tallest man alive
His voice always steeper
His accusations, always out of reach
Behind the glass
He looks haggard
And weak
A way he’d never look at himself
A way he refused to look at himself
His midnight hair was decorated with silver comets
His gray river eyes rumbling through the rapids
He dared not look me in the eyes
He didn’t have to
He didn’t want to
Although I see him through the glass
In front of him
Is only a mirror
WORDS ON CUPID'S BOW
Sometimes an apology
Isn’t for some ugly words said
Sometimes an apology
Is for the words we leave unspoken
For words I should have used
To protect you
The words always creep to and onto cupid’s bow
But never leave
And tend to sleep
Whenever I’m trying my hardest to defend you
I’m a coward, I’ll admit
But I never meant to hurt you
It’s not too late, I know
But 5 years is late enough
You’ll tell me it’s not my fault
But it’s my fault until I learn my voice matters too
Until I learn how to use
The words sleeping on cupid’s bow