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

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

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

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,

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

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

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…

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

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

I cried out to God, And There was silence.

How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?