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.

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

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,

Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

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…

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,

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?

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

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.