why is it that
I reject all good
and accept all bad?

when was it
that I started to frown
when I wanted to smile?

how can you
make me
do this to myself?

to us

what can I do
to prove my worth
to feel happiness again?

where can I find
a comfortable place
to rest my head

and dream
forever

who
are we now?

a special place
I find myself in
a full head of hair
neatly brushed back
from a pale face

season has changed
no more careless footsteps
on dry gravel roads

maybe a warm drink
after school will help
the days seem important
now my closet has been rearranged

these things surrounding
all that is new
it's difficult to adjust
to what is becoming

and as rain begins to drop
on dry leaves already fallen
thinking of the past
is grounding

before I woke up today
I did not know where I was
all around me was misty
but a sign which read
'you are not lost'

I got closer,
the sign disappeared
then I woke up,
my pillow drowning in tears

Now, in the middle of the day
I am aware of my surroundings
plenty of words to say
but that unknown place
fills me with thoughts

Isolation
fear and curiosity
I can never remember
what I have been taught

colors of green
upon strange dark shapes
reflect off a mood
moving me

sounds to ****
a hard working animal
not quite a lullaby
but still,
moving me

a scarf draped over
an old man's letterbox
old coins stuck
in the sidewalk

things I miss
but still look to see
don't mean a lot
yet all is
moving me

there is a tree
you found for me
he shares some fruit
that we can't eat
nobody can tell us
what to expect
the silence will leave us
when you open your eyes
and my smile can protect
what we could share

until the clouds close in
stay by my side
what I want may disappear
but what you give me
forever it will stay

tuck in our dreams
escape out the back
sit underneath the fruit tree
and love what we have

together,
for now

a single finger
on the telephone dial
last night after supper
when a sound of heartbreak
shook the house

Mrs Midland dies in hospital
her dog whimpers in the corner
of the stranger's living room

If this beautiful street
had never exploded before,
the kids would be scared

Nobody will ever find the body
nobody will ever know why

I don't know what I am doing
I tell you I cannot speak
can you hear me?

The wind,
the wind forces a pressure
to the back of my head
can you feel me now?

We moved too quickly
you hold something over me
something that I am unable to move
you refuse to help me
pushing me away, backwards
back into an even stronger clutch

Suffocating, I now understand
where we are now
the idealistic destination for all lovers
and finally, I give in

There is no escape
you close my eyes
and I start to fall
deeper and deeper
into your nest

You have won