When I am gone from here,
when I have drifted into the ether,
my thoughts will continue.
Long after you've forgotten how to sing,
they will be a song for your eyes.

These are my children
nurtured over breakfasting tables,
coming alive at four a.m.
uneasy in their sleep.

And you will ask:
Is this how she spent her time
behind that pensive gaze?
Was the sky really that naked?

I won't mind if you skip the daisies,
they're not your beau ideal.
I won't mind if you dig deep into their roots,
they are already dead.

Magically you will be lured into me-
Bee for my bell-flower, asking:
Is this how she spent her days,
gazing into the distance?
Planning the future,
silently moving on.

yesterday, we were at the art gallery, wandering hand in hand, ducking into corners when rowdy groups of school kids ploughed past, sneaking kisses by the displays.
i had blisters on my toes, a product of them rubbing against the sides of my boots (on the train beforehand you leaned over and whispered into my ear that they were cfm - standing for come **** me - boots and i was astounded and pleased and trying not to make eye contact with you on that crowded standing-room-only train, wondering if other people could read our ***** thoughts) so i'd pulled them off and was slipping and sliding in my socks on the wooden floors.
it was a perfect day, really, but the only piece of art i remember seeing was you.

Days and people might take my heart from you for ever
But I promise you that il keep your's safe,close to mine

Yes I promise you that il not give it to the angels of heaven
Or to the demons of hell

Not to make it a history but to love you ,My NAC

I miss my razor blades
They were a friend to me
When the stress of money, love, and family
Tears you apart
My love tries sewing me together
My parents ripping me up again
The cold sting of the blade
The way the blood used to drip down my arms
I miss being numb.
Ever since finding love I have started feeling
Before him my parents would rip me apart
Emotionally I'm a wreck
Physically I'm growing gray hair
I don't want the numb back
But maybe just for one day.

one, two, three, four...

oops.

already ran out of sheep.