She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

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?

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.

I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us