Category: Michelle Marie

The secret place
Is where I met
the ghost of you
It was secret so
Maybe you didn’t see
I was waiting as I watched
The ghost of you
Looking for the ghost of me
I’m not a ghost
I’m real in the secret place

Sometimes
we fall
it’s what we bring with us
one the way back up
that changes us forever
I’m thankful for that
MichelleMarie

Dark is her sky sometimes
I watch her clatter around
In the castle with round walls
She makes not a sound
How I wish, oh I wish
For a little magic somewhere
Then flown through her window
A Midnight Butterfly
so rare
The moon it was blue
It glistened the sky
Midnight Butterfly kissed her
Right on the eye
From that day on she saw
Nothing but gladness
Rainbows and sunshine
Midnight Butterflies
are magical that way

If nothing ever changed
there would be no butterflies

Hush your mind…Come rest your head
She tells herself another story
Another tale that helps her make it through
I’m tempted to say this isn’t so but…
She must tell herself a fairytale to make it through
Someone must listen…so I prepare my heart
One more tale, one more lie, whispers to her soul
I pray she can hear me over the sound of the melody
Hush your mind…Come rest your head

It was winter in her soul
Each beautiful flake
Fell soft upon her unrest

She whispered…I’ve got
One more leaving…
I’ve got…
One more goodbye

Let me sit down beside you
Let me rock-a-bye your soul
Friend I feel heavy
It’s winter I know it’s cold

I hear you whisper
I’ve got
One more leaving…
I’ve got…
One more goodbye

Spring will come soon friend
Let’s rock-a-bye

There she goes…day dreaming…in pink