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

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.

I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…

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,

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

Wait 'til Michigan comes. I think I’ll wait 'til then. Think I’ll wait 'til I hear my co… Hear them loving me in Michigan. Think I’ll wait 'til I swim.

The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it

I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.

I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.

Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give

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

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