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,

She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:

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’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth

She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird

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.

The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,

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

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

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

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

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.