4-25-10

waiting, always waiting for that someone to let her know where she should go
and what she should do
she keeps quiet, eyes open for days at a time
she is always whispering words to the diamond spotted sky
and she can’t see through the scars
she can’t see that she is already perfect
all of her dreams have already come true
in the fear of the night
the darkness between words
the silence between heartbeats
she has found her own dream land
where words will never be wasted
thoughts will always be spoken
in between the stardust falling from her eyes
she is every kind of beautiful