Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
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
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
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.
She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
I wish I could tell my brother That I loved him, But the words are tight in my thro… And I’m a coward. I wish I didn’t say “thank you”
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
