Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?
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,
Someone’s teaching me to give up. It’s like unrequited love, But we’ll break up in the end. I’m showing myself to give up When I see how I fall asleep in c…
That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
