"If your heart is broken, make ART with the pieces"

Ive come to worry about little things
like when you're smile doesn't reach your eyes
i worry about the screams...i can hear inside
and i wonder when you gave up...and why
when i was here all along
always in your arms

But I didn't know then this sadness
That anger
Was MY guilt for seeing.
For keeping my eyes open
When they are so easy to shut.

She cries but it's just those crocodile tears. There's no point in bringing up what's been hidden by years. Everyone's secret craves for attention, but some things are just beyond simple-minded comprehension.

Don't spill your guts to glazed eyes...

[a thought for a poem...writer's block]

You are my heart and soul,
The road wherever I go.
The strength that let's me fly above,
You are my one, my true,
My only love.

I am bound to ruffle some feathers in order to fly.

The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine

And inside we're still sleeping like the living dead. Me with my whiskey dreams and you with your sick head.

"Never mind" said your open arms.