If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
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
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
