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
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
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
You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.
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
There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
Dignity is death.
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
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,
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?
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
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.
