Silence speaks;
The truth of life which can't be spoken.

Through refreshing rains;
Breath's creation

He still has a grasp on me.
I want to run, but he won't let me.
I want to kiss another, but he won't let me.
This is selfish in a way - I'm afraid.
Don't think about what the good guy feels.
Worry about how he wronged you
and so did he,
oh, and he did too.
Kiss him on the cheek,
it's harmless.
If only it were that easy,
for me,
a selfish, stupid child.

There is no such thing as old school romances;
Just delicate photos,
And
Dried up roses.

I am dyslexic,
And I can spell:
D-e-p-r-e-s-s-i-o-n.
Font wards and backwards.
I can invent new ways,
How it looks,
sounds.
I am dyslexic
And I stumble over the word:
L-I-F-E.
This lyfe's
Syllables I have yet to conquer
Or the ability to make it possible.

Life

                               Lyef

           Liph

                                
                                           Lief