Tease the Alphabet

I'm just like all the rest,
who like to tease the alphabet
when faced with inner distress.

Playing with words in my head
Then wondering at the typeset,
What have I even just said?

COMPOSITION

I love to compose in my head. I'll compose you anything, as long as it's true.

Oh yes, I can compose anything true, except me, when I'm with you.

The Social Median.

Girls used to cry alone and fall asleep,
Now they just post pictures and parade as deep.
We used to write our hearts on paper
We'd keep beneath our beds, and layers.
It was our pain, and we'd fight the derail,
We'd make it to morning, after a long night's trail.
And we'd look back, and the fight would be ours,
No one would know that journey under the stars,
No one would see what the blood did to our dreams,
No one would could comment, or like, or re-stream.
And it didn't matter, because we'd grown in the night,
And the night didn't need to be seen, in plain sight.

Yes, we'd grow in the night, and in the night we'd grow deep.
Now they miss sleep, to broadcast their heartaches, their journey as steep,
Their hearts as the lonely, their dreams as unseen,
But I read it all yesterday, it was all in my feed.

Wait for Day

The night, for me, carries dangers:
Lurking fears and forget-me-nots
That hold nothing 'gainst the stranger,
Threaten me here, that you forgot
And undid each day we never got.

They live for love and love to leave,
Forget the ones that they most need.