Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
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.
Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.
Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you
While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,
Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
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:
I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
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 woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.