I want a girl,
who's as gentle as feathers in the wind,
feathers that fall like shooting stars from birds trying to make it back home from there winter's trip,

I want a girl,
who's mind speaks as freely as the sea,
so as the sea roars waves that cascade over her,
as she tries to speak her mind,
I will still listen and hear her every single ******* time,

because this girl,
Has a voice like a ******* angel,
and her voice cries out to create heaven in hells,

This Angel,
she makes the best with what she has been handed,
like god has always planned for a man to do, but a man couldn't,
so its now up to her to use his tools and be more than any man,
she must be Women,

Women,
she is a warrior in the constellations of light,
guiding us from childhood in our hopes that if we wish hard enough,
on the shiniest of stars that make up the sky,
our dreams could come true,

But I want a woman who knows,
dreams won't come true,
like children wishing on stars,
for daddy to come back home,
but daddy's away fighting a war that no one knows who started,
and no ones going to win,
but the only loser is the children who don't win there mommys and daddys back home safely,

and I want a girl who knows,
the world isn't always safe,
that it wasn't made for you by a man above,
you work with what you're handed in each open hand,
don't walk in with closed ones expecting the world to shine,
you have to put in the work to get there and it's hard work too,
but sometimes it feels like nothing,
some days it's as easy as a smile,

but I want a girl,
who's not afraid to say she's not happy,
I want her to feel free to scream ******* out the window on the highway,
with her head sticking out like a dogs because the wind has made her hair flop all over,
and I want her to not care about her hair,
I want her to be able to cry and mess up her make up,
I want her to be able to be upset,
because no one is always happy,
no one is always fine,

I want her,
to look at herself and be able to read inbetween the lines,
know that when she hears I'm fine from her mouth,
to second guess herself,
because if you don't think twice,
you will rarely think once,

And I want her to know,
She, is more the the world beautiful,
can describe,
and I only want to love her,

I have in my possession
A collection of
Fine feathers and beads
Of pretty colors
So wonderful to see
My collection of
Fine feathers and beads

It oozed from my nails like blood
But darker, no pain, it fell upon the floor
It was warm around my toes
"It was like a puddle walked after a storm"
But then then
Lacerations,
Irritation,
Convulsions
As what once bleed from my nails
Now pierced my flesh,
My body trembled,
As I hit the floor,
"Shaking uncontrollably"
It crept under my skin
Burning upon every nerve, but then
Pierced,
Cracked,
Perforated  
From under the skin,
I touched the first,
"I screamed in plentiful agony"
As if a raw Nerve had been openly touched,
It was like poison ivy, my skin
Discoloured veins of
Red,
Blue,
Black
Slowly crept over the open wounds,
It had moved to my trunk,
"***** of black spewed forth"
As it entwined,
Like clawed fingers
Lacerating my internal organs,
I moved back,
"Crawled upon the floor"
The now solid nerves
Scrapped, scratching the wooden boards,
It was a  futile act, as if I could escape
That which was under my skin,
My arms were perforated
Upon my throat, veins crept
As it knew that if
Pierced,
Bleed,
Breath
No more would be had,
But each was as if embers of flame
Inhaled, exhaled with each painful breath,
It crawled underneath flesh, agony
Not letting me go,
I was conscious
"Even though I preyed to pass out"
It clawed
Slowly,
Intentionally,
At each eye, like a thousand paper cuts
My eyes cried tears of black,
As I was shown the darkness within
That which had taken form externally, I was
Corrupted,
Polluted,
Distorted
Darkness that had crept beneath my skin,
And with that I exhaled,
"Black feathers spewed forth"
Cutting at my throat
As I ejected the darkness
These black feathers not hitting the floor
Instead just floating around,
"As I expelled once more"
Till one feather of white exited
With each touch
Black became white,
Ever brighter the room became,
Like a blanket covering I slept
"I awoke"
"Under white sheets"
"Was this but a dream, a  nightmare"
"I coughed and exhaled"
"A tiny black feather exited"
Then I knew that darkness is always inside,
But it can grow upon the soul,
Cutting into the white,
Like a vine corrupting upon the flesh
Good,
Light,
&
Bad
Darkness,
Are things of life
But we must never let the
Darkness blot out the light and take control of our life.

Upon the wings of doves it was pure
Their purest white Feathers
Glided,
Floated,
Nestled
Its clearness, Its symbolic touch
Upon my yet to be woken heart,
For this beauty showed what was
In front of my eyes,
Feathers did come down like snow
Not only touching mine,
Awoken,
Revived,
Vitality
Sprung forth, emotions were flowering
Everywhere,
My heart was touched
By a feather of purest love,
That is when our eyes meet, I saw a feather
Caress your loneliness and we
Were transformed from
Solitude,
Seclusion,
Sorrow
To hearts that were now awoken,
The true feeling stirred from inside,
To love at first sight,
We were like the feathers
Our hearts had taken flight,
We were in love as white feathers fell,
The symbol of love had opened our hearts
To what was always Within our now *flourishing hearts.