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

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

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

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

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

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

But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,

I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.

Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.

The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

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

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

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

I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.