Her body is endless , stars sinking seas
Two blurring lines, too many drinks
When the risk comes in milligrams
The night , at some point seems
endless
My head spinning,
Behind the face I
would never show my friends
Could this really work ,
Will it change anything

It started out such a great day
And Oh how it ends
Wait God
Wait

Wake
Wake up

Wait God
Wait

Ten remain hidden, two thousand years lost.

Two struck down by bullet, gas, and flame; the ghetto stage one.
Six million perished before the world ended this crooked crime
Remanent of those lost rose like the cedar in Lebanon, Ezekiel knew best
Twas God who gave men courage; they fought such tyranny, such hate
Twelve mourned for a season while two given back old land
North and south, east, west flock to come home, a great exodus at hand
Two now settled, secure where they stay; diligently searching for those...

Ten remain hidden, two thousand years lost.

The tip of my pen is moved
by forces not my own.

The words that are unwritten,
never will be shown.

Marching across an empty page,
never knowing what to do.

All of me is forever lost,
Unless there is all of you.

and the light loved you in broken moments of eternity

As if only boys could have angel faces
and you said it so restrictingly
I couldn't help but think
you have no idea who I am
that I wouldn't say something mushy about a girl
actually, I wouldn't say something mushy about a boy
you are so ignorant
but it's okay because you have to be
it's just
if you'd read any of my poetry,
you wouldn't be so quick to decide
what gender I was referring to
when I talked about the face of an angel.