Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
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…
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,
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.
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…
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
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?
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
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?
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.