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
A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
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,
