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 dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
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,
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
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:
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
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.
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…
Dignity is death.
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
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
