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.

Un-tethered

For too long it's been tethered,
Nearly weathered by your storm.
Broken, battered, often severed,
My heart indebted by your form.

For too long it's been tethered,
So my heart last night was torn.
But alas the knot unfettered,
And my heart, unknown, has flown.

Tree

He climbed up in that tree
And from that hill, the third of three,
He could see the miles, from sea to a sea.
He could see the past, the present, and me.
And while he rested on that tree
He breathed at last, and His spirit did flee.
And from his hand, his brow and feet
A drop dripped down through eternity
And his blood reached a little sinner, me.
Some called the hill of the tree, Calvary.
But today, the tree just calls me, 'Free.'

Blue-Eyed Julia

If there's a man in the moon, I believe he sings a song to you.
Happy to know you, to see you, and move the waters that surround you.
I'm pretty sure you're the reason he painted his night skies deep blue.
And the oceans were convinced to reflect the same deep blue hue.
Because Julia loves when darkness surrounds, and light shines through.

Stone

All the things I say to you, when I’m all alone.

The honest thoughts, the feelings sought,

The floods of waters that I pretend are stone

Whenever I’m around you, just as I’ve been taught,

At night turn to oceans and oceans of thought.

*another old (old) one found, I was certain I'd posted it, but perhaps not.