Close your eyes, little Rainbow C… And go back to sleep for a while Longer Back to the numbness where Pain can not sting

By chance, where are you? He always hears a call After looking so much, Not even a glimpse of a person. There are many insisting messages

Nobody knows how she feels inside, For her feelings she continues to… Oh how she wishes that someone wou… And forever accept her for who she… “But you’re too weird,” they conti…

Beware his love, the path you choo… Could lead you on a wondrous journ… If you should falter, she will be… Through joy or sorrow always at yo… But if you leave the calm and seek…

Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?

His love for you is really true, He can’t believe how bad he’s fall… He never thought, he would let his… But that day, he couldn’t do just… Your care, love, and joy.

The hitting has gotten too hard to… She just sits in the corner and cr… She tries to think of what she has… She wonders if other children have… Bruises cover almost every area of…

Riding a pale horse, Death is not a hooded skeleton. Scythe bone-knuckled gripped, Sockets wide as lunar craters With stars flickering in their dep…

It costs so little to make Some heart happy each day! Just one kind word, or a smile, A touch, a glance. You may be surprised when someone

Remember him when the sky is dark, And clouds hide burning stars. Think of him as the rain rushes To touch his skin, and trees Dance around him through the wind.

A facelift, a browlift, and swolle… Stapled tightness across a tired b… Lying beneath a cloudburst of ice… Struggling to be beautiful and you… Eye lids don’t close when she is s…

There is no hurt in despair and de… With deepest overtures and bone-ac… Like the tenderest touch of consci… That defamation of soul can find n… No peace from pain-filled humiliat…

You once told her Romance isn’t out there That her search would be An effort in futility. Well, she had to prove herself rig…

She didn’t step on a sidewalk crac… So thank goodness her Mother won’… Yet when she opened the apple cide… It smelled and tasted like apple j… She didn’t break the mirror giving…

She strolled along a woodland path… Mother Nature had placed tiny blo… Sunlight laced the branches of the… And the dew glistened and sparkled… Wildflowers awakening as if from a…