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 lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,
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
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
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…