If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,
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.
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
She has the piece that holds it al… What was revealed to her came slow… When it all comes together, it’s l… When it all falls apart, it’s dead… One little lie can tear a family a…
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
