Wander often
through a memory lane,
To dwell not there
but recall the pain...

Now no expectation
no complaint,
Just to go through
the lesson again...

The flowers told me about you
about how graceful was your step.
They said their petals descended,
covering the surface of your toes
and their stalks crippled
and their roots ****** from beneath your heels.
You didn’t see how light came
the foot of an angel.
You didn’t see how hefty
was the corruption of the soil
and how sunk,
acute,
was the wounding of my heart.

I’ve found comfort in knowing
No matter where you are
The many miles between
We lie under the same stars

Sometimes I try to guess
which one you’d see
If you were looking up at them
Same as me

I look to the skies
When I’m lost and blue
Trying to find myself
But all I see is you

what do you see when you look to the stars
Do you see me, or just mercury and mars

i used to be scared
afraid of the dark
fearful of the emptiness
but there came a time
when only the stars
were present
and without knowing
i have grown to love
the stars in the night sky
that i forgot i hated
being awake in the dark

Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.

I thought I was clear the last time.
I do not want to be hit.
Why can't you stay away?
Cupid, why won't you just quit?

Every time I see his face
I know you did your part.
You pulled out your bow and arrow
And you aimed straight at my heart.

I wish you had hit my head
then maybe it could all make sense.
Every time he tries to get close
I put up my every defense.

Cupid, leave me alone.
I'm begging this of you.
You do more bad than good
and this is not what I would choose.

Why won't you just give up?
Go pick another person.
Every time you hit me
My life just worsens and worsens.

Can I get it all to stop?
Can I ever be immune?
Is there any way at all
To look at him without a swoon?

Can I go get a vaccine?
I'll gladly take the shot!
I hate every time I look at him
And my stomach turns to knots.

Cupid, I hate to ask it.
I know this is your task
But next time ask permission.
I beg of you— just ask.