She wanted nothing more but to fly
Beyond the ever-present evergreen trees,
But she was too afraid to try.

Still she swore that one day she'd buy
A plane ticket and go wherever she pleased.
She wanted nothing more but to fly

Amidst the cotton candy clouds in the sky
And visit lands with exotic cheese,
Alas she was too afraid to try.

This desire followed her into the night
For even in her dreams
She wanted nothing more but to fly.

In her mind she'd be gone by Fourth of July,
Dipping her toes in foreign seas.
Alas she was too afraid to try.

Perhaps her hopes weren't to be realized.
All she knew was that she needed to leave.
She wanted nothing more but to fly.
Alas she was too afraid to try.

The sky was lit in wondrous lights
Thriller rides filled with delighted children
Aromas of kettle corn and turkey legs
Family, friends, and couples all making memories
Local bands took turns on the stage
Quick as a fox, he stole a day of her life

Lost counts of the times they went ‘round and ‘round
The sound of her laugh encouraged him
Though there as the best of friends
Something else was clearly in the air,
Other than cooked meat that is
In between smiles, he stole glances at her

Fireworks cracked, sending thunder-like sounds into the distance
Pins were knocked over and stuffed animals were won
They finished the funnel cake in no time
And bumped their cars, laughing as they got stuck
Stars shined as they paused at the top of the Ferris wheel
That was when he stole a kiss

It's that time of year
    when jack frost greets us every morning
The leaves have fallen
    and so have I
I want to feel your warmth
    and your breath as the cold winds dance
And whisper into your ear,

     *je t'aime

Same four walls
Restless movement
Staring at empty space
Far too many sleepless nights
It has become a (bad) habit of mine
All this is all too familiar to me
Feeling refreshed is rare
Tiredness is common
Could this be
*insomnia

Tortured, triggered, and tempted
Trying but cannot help it
Two words silently shouting

“Save me”

I touch my scars
Not on my arms or legs
But on the inside of my cheek
From biting down a bit too hard
When letters have stumbled behind
My lips, not able to form into w o r d s