I cried out to God, And There was silence.
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
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.
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
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,
Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?
A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…
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.
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to