Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
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
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.
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.
She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,
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…
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
