A knot ties in my stomach
one i can't untie
i try every way possible to untie it,
but all i could ever do is loosen it.
I pray that one day i will loosen it enough till i can pick it all apart.

As Novembers air approaches,
I can see my skin getting paler and paler,
I can see my arms covered in goosebumps.
As its air blows my hair back,
it also blows back memories from October
reminding me that they are never flowing away.
November will never be the same without my October.

She shivers when it's not cold
She closes her eyes when she's not tired

she could move if someone just pushed her,
she could cry if someone just talked to her

and she prays to God because no one else listens,

"Lord, help me. Forgive me for all of my sins, and I pray with each passing minute  
that i will get closer to you and your word."

why is it different when i do it?
why do i get messages pouring in,
when you do the same thing?
Why do i get hated on for the things i like,
when i would never do the same things to you?
and why do i let it go, why do i let it slide?

You fall under falls kiss
you fall under its spell,
turning its green leaves into beautiful red ones.
You fall under its control,
switching your shirts into blue knitted sweaters.
And as sunflowers wilt and sulk back into the ground,
you grow and grow like a beanstalk,
until its winter again and you fall under winters kiss.

kissing under the evergreen
what would have happened if we were ever clean?

hugging me under the shadows,
what would have happened if i had seen?

your crazy, but that crazy was beautiful to me.