(2012)
On Willow Street, the cat roams a… Black as the night, his name is un… Silent and steady, he comes out in moonlight Wandering, searching, for the cat…
There is no sound where the flower… bloom The children don’t play, there’s a… loom Outside you’re alone but your thou…
Lonely echoes of silence bouncing off the stone cold walls
You’re ugly You’re fat “You’re pretty” “You’re skinny” Why do you lie?
In the reflections of your eyes I can see myself staring Not ashamed, I’m not hiding my interests or denying myself the pleasure of seeing those
No, I don’t have a mental illness and I’m not into drugs No drinking or smoking or sleeping with different guys I don’t party or protest
The lines on your face tell me you have lived many lives, many roads you have seen And your bright eyes
Fragile little wrists and waists with arms about to break A beautiful hue
I can hear a pin drop and the current of waves in the ocean but I cannot hear your heart beat anymore
In Math class, the only number with value is zero In English,
Alone in a chair I sit and I wait for the time to come before it’s too late I’m waiting and hoping
I whisper in your ear the secret of the world and the sound you make