I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us

Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

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

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 woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,

While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness

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

She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird