Pretty Things

To all the pretty things I tried to say,

I’m sorry that I didn’t let you go free,

But closed my mouth at the last second,

Afraid of how people would judge me.

 

 

 

I’m sorry I didn’t let you come out,

In a flow of independence and rebellion,

Because for all my ranting about quiet people,

I’ve seemingly become one.

 

I let others views influence mine,

Until I put away all my own thoughts,

And was too scared to speak my mind,

Twisting my fingers into knots.

 

I sucked in all I thought I was,

And made myself paper thin,

But now I vow to all my pretty words,

I will never let it happen again.

 

I was broken and bruised,

Feeling thin enough to crumble at touch,

All because I clamped my mouth shut,

Over pretty words because I cared too much.

 

But when I let my words go free,

I hope I’ve started a rebellion and a war,

With all the quiet people with pretty words,

Not holding them in anymore.

 

Sunrise

She watched every sunrise,

And photographed every sunset,

Dreaming places she’d never been,

And people she’d never met.

 

One day while watching the sky change,

From dark to lightest tangerine,

She met a wonderful boy,

With the most crooked she’d ever seen.

 

His smile tilted up on the left side,

And his eyes were a deep gray,

He watched the colorful sunrises,

Hoping to be colorful too one day.

 

Then they met and he saw,

She carried all the vibrance,

HeĀ  fell in love with her colorful soul,

And she with his pretense.

 

He acted like a brilliant boy,

With colors twined in his heart,

But he was greedy for the color,

That made her look like art.

 

He was so tired of being colorless,

So he watched the sunrise every day,

And he wanted to have the sky’s color,

When the world had left him gray.

 

But no one told him,

That’s not something you can take,

And I hope he knows he changed her color,

When he made her heartbreak.

 

She still has mauve and saffron,

Tucked away in her eyes,

But there are darker colors now,

Underneath her bright disguise.

 

He didn’t take her color,

So desperate to be bright,

Because no one told him,

The sunrise is after the night.

 

The world once painted her gray,

And let dark color fester,

But he never saw this,

When he claimed he loved her.

 

She’s a brilliant brightness,

Before and after the night,

AndI hope he now understands,

Where she gets her light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Attic

She shoved her thoughts in an attic,

Of dust and empty space,

Just because you told her,

She was looking out of place.

 

She took her crooked smile,

And folded it away with tears,

To pack away up in that attic,

To open when straight in a few years.

 

She took her baggy shirts,

And all her crazy clothes,

To put in a brown box,

Hidden where no one knows.

 

The words were so easy to say,

And you didn’t think twice,

That to her sensitive mind,

You were giving advice.

 

She changed her shoes,

And packed the other pairs away,

Because she didn’t have enough courage,

To wear them for a day.

 

Her thoughts even altered,

As a great darkness arose,

To crush the colorful creativity,

Telling her not to live the life she chose.

 

Your words changed her life,

Because she hadn’t yet learned,

That your sharp words were anything,

But helpfully concerned.

 

In a few years when she realizes,

What she never did before,

That you were just a bully,

And couldn’t control her thoughts or what she wore.

 

I know that somewhere inside this new her,

Is the girl she was before you,

And that she will change back,

To not caring what you do.

 

You may have influenced her once,

But you never will again,

Because she will always know,

That you are a master of pretend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brown Eyes

Yes she has blue eyes,

And darling you have brown,

But how do you expect people to like them,

When you’re always looking down?

 

My eyes are gray-blue,

And many times I have said,

That I only wish,

I could have brown eyes instead.

 

Mine might look like the ocean,

And I do cry salt a lot,

But your eyes are richer than the soil,

And will never be an afterthought.

We share the same eye color,

She and I,

But don’t see how common it is,

And how it can never electrify?

 

There are so many shades,

It’s true,

But some days when I’m down,

I still wish I had brown like you.

 

Don’t dislike your eye color,

And all the shades it can be,

Because having blue is not so special,

To a girl like me.

 

If I made friends based on eye color,

I would have missed on you,

And darling that would have killed me,

To not laugh at what you do.

 

Your eyes are brown,

And hers and mine are blue,

And darling

I love brown eyes on you.

 

They spark when you are mad,

And dull when you feel down,

So darling don’t ever think,

That they are simply brown.

 

And if you promise not to hate,

I’ll make a promise too,

That I will never hate my eyes,

Even though they are blue.

 

I think that they so common,

But isn’t that you said,

About your brown eyes when,

You were wishing for blue instead?