Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.

It’s like waking up from your best… To find that it’s all gone. When you love someone who isn’t re… And you say, “I’m done.” It’s like swimming in Heaven,

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

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

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

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

I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…

I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.

There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember

What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

Dancing inside makes me sing. Music turns winter into spring. Dancing inside lights up my world. Lyrics give me wings like birds. Dancing inside all the time.

Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.

Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.