Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
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.
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 sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
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
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
