How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
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.
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.
My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
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,
