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
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.
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
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
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
Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
