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
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird
She has the piece that holds it al… What was revealed to her came slow… When it all comes together, it’s l… When it all falls apart, it’s dead… One little lie can tear a family a…
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
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.
