The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…
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
The devil’s in my midst.
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
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 sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
