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

I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees

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?

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:

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’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.

How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?

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

The devil’s in my midst.

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

I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.

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

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John