When you cannot find me, Or hear my voice, When my eyes are closed, And my heart is stone, Look for me in your memories, In the space created for love, Where all is never lost, And my soul is forever yours. Look for me in the simple things, Where beauty never fades, The ocean breeze, The passing of night into day, At the dawn of time, infinitely woven, Under the midnight sun, Where our spirits never die.

In the shallow nest of your empty heart, I breathe the deafening silence, That tore us apart, The erosion of truth laid bare, Invading my thoughts with its mighty glare. Time did not amend my sorrows, Or invite my tears to dry upon the sun, Our last goodbye we sculpted in pain, Love had died and turned to dust, And nothing was ever the same.

A letter to my Dad. Dad, You left me when I was ten years old. I was a little girl full of dreams, but you couldn't see my heart. Then, suddenly, you decided to go and never come back. It was the month of September; on a beautiful day in…

There is a place, That transcends the reality of life, A home built with rainbows, That appear in the depths of night, It is where our dreams are aligned, Beating in harmony With the hands of time. There is a place, Between your heart and mine, Where I find solace and peace, A space in which Our souls are allowed to speak, Where the magic of stars Embrace the dying light, A place for you and I To be free from pain,

If I could, I would wish for the skies To stop the hands of time, So that I could have One last moment with you. I would paint the moon with love, And adorn the stars with memories of us, Our hearts could be free of pain, And your smile…

I stand before regret, Face to face with my past, I ask a thousand questions before it all falls apart, A moment to dwell on memories of old, As my tears come to visit, alone in the dark. The intent of being is a debt to myself, To the young…

The waves of pain do not succumb, They will sway in my heart For years to come, Drifting in and out of my soul, Where the angst of fear, Lives quietly alone.

Time is the tapestry of our lives, Woven with the threads of memory, A fabric that forever survives, And weaves our past into our destiny. It is the measure of our moments, The meter that keeps us in line, The ticking clock that always torments, And makes us yearn for what's left behind. Time is the mystery we cannot solve, A puzzle that forever revolves, And leaves us with nowhere to go. But in the end, time is our teacher,

Oh, pain, thou art a bitter blade, That pierces deep, with cuts so made, And leaves my heart with bleeding wounds, That throb with ache and makes no sound. Loves betrayal is cruel deceit, That shutters trust and doth defeat, All hope of bliss, all dreams of joy, And leaves my heart in the direst ploy, Oh, how could love, so sweet and fair, Betray my heart, and leave me there, Alone and lost in a world so cold,