While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

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,

I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

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…

I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

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…

I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.

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 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.

Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.