I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
I wish I could tell my brother That I loved him, But the words are tight in my thro… And I’m a coward. I wish I didn’t say “thank you”
A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
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,
