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.
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
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
What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
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…
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…
I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird
Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
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…
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
