The liquid falling from shadowed eyes,
contains 1000 words...

Such a beautiful soul...
Trapped inside a world that isn't hers...

For what is a key,
but a mere piece of metal...

I'm like a peaceful bubble,
flowing in the wind of life...

I am always thinking,
what our first kiss would be like...

I know what you really think,
and I know you don't care...

Listen to me now,
for I am being true...

All to be heard,
is the creak of the bed...

Lonely War...
( dedicated to the story of Z for Zachariah...

My ability to smile has faded,
as sad memories i carry...

My every movement screams a desire for copious...

**My brother wrote this poem**
I hate you now, so very much...