But who am I?

I am:

Chaos and beauty and silent cries,

a mixture of simple things.

I like to write, get lost in books

find sweet lyrics to sing.

I carry myself in a certain way,

on my sleeve you will find my heart

and I like to talk at midnight

when my world’s falling apart.

I think too much and I get lost

inside of my own head.

Often I search but cannot say

things that need to be said.

I smile a lot and I laugh.

I dance like the sea for the sun.

I try to shine like the stars in the night

before darkness comes undone.

I am reckless and delicate like storm clouds,

old soul with a big heart.

I’m not perfect, I’m just a girl

who occasionally comes apart.