Thoughts in her mind
That couldn't be at ease,
They kept on wandering,
Some just wanted to cease.

They go
Round and round
And round as they please.

Until they found a sliver—an open wound.
They escaped as words,
Bleeding out from her soul.
Hoping to find refuge in paper and ink.

-kg

Aren't they pretty?

Those scars you hide underneath those blankets of metaphors
You wrapped them well with lovely words
Not to cover the ugly pain
But to tell the world,

How a sad story could be written
With such beautiful, aching words.

©kg

An untold tale hides behind her dreary eyes
Of how he betrayed her innocence with beautiful lies
Forlorn words attempting to escape at the tip of her tongue
But even her mouth bleeds his name out
Her tiny voice could reach nothing
They'll just say,
'She's just a girl so young'
Even she screams at the top of her lungs.

For her story is just another folklore you'll ever hear
It could be passed on but never believed.

©kg

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."