If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face
He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.