A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up