The storm argues, the professing innocent sky
The angry drunk of lightning, grieving grey bruises on the clouds
Leaving Her too weak to do anything but cry

Hoping the blue she once knew might return

In the last of her efforts she stretches color,
Arking over the abuse of the sky

In an effort of promise, to love once again

Fill her empty spaces
With picket signs
That chant of her beauty.

-JP

I hate you when you're here
But miss you like mad
When you're not around

-JP

So what happens
If the world ends
And I still
Can't let you go?

"World Ends" -JP