Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?
The devil’s in my midst.
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
