Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.

Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

Then he said, “I never said I was… Then I said, “I never asked you t… Then we kissed.

My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

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

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to