I'll love you in silence
and in the middle of the night...

Dying is a touchy thing
that is exposed when one sees pain...

On the silent lillac breeze
comes the promise of sweet dreams...

I look in the mirror
and what do i see...

You never asked
so I never answered...

Drowning in an ocean
made of fear and doubt...

The queen of nothing has not a heart of gold
but one of cold...

She goes to school
learns to read and write...

You're the brightest colour crayon
in the box of monochromes and pastels...

I'm so happy for him
when i see him smile...

This poem (song) is by the user stormyangel. she...
Amazing...

I live in a house of glass
that's right...