You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
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,
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
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
What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
The devil’s in my midst.
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
The stars belong to both the sun And the moon Just as my heart does belong to yo… You may not see me, but I’ll be there.
I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
