Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…
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:
Dancing inside makes me sing. Music turns winter into spring. Dancing inside lights up my world. Lyrics give me wings like birds. Dancing inside all the time.
Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?
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
There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
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,
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
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…
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
