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
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.
I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
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
The stars belong to both the sun And the moon Just as my heart does belong to yo… You may not see me, but I’ll be there.
You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,
Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
