If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

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.

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,

In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

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

She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

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

That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her