Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Love a girl who writes and live her many lives; you have yet to find her, beneath her words of guise. Kiss her blue-inked fingers, forgive the pens they marked. The stain of your lips upon her — the one she can't discard. Forget her tattered memories, or the pages others took; you are her ever after — the hero of her book. — "Her Words" Lang Leav ☄ [ credits for cover goes to @-spellbind

quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2

to be free with your thoughts to take comfort in your mind to be as changing as the shifting sands to open your mind to light to ramble on about things unsaid to look back over the tides to understand the ramblings of your mind that is to truly write Highest Ranking: 11th in Poetry on 9/28/15