I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…

The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said

Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,

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,

You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees

You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is

That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her