The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
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
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,
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
The devil’s in my midst.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
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 so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
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…
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
