Scandalous is a person A detail the dictionary forgot They didn't have the joy of knowing you They never will.
You left the same way you entered: Inexplicably Your enthusiasm caught us along Spontaneously reckless
Always just around the corner Cackling, head thrown back Shocking me into hilarity And now you're.... Elsewhere.
Oh goofy Oh who's going to play beanie babies now? The horses and ponies are missing from our field The irises are blooming wild Purple owls growl at me in the night time All these displaced riders Muttering "where is my niche?" over and over As we spin Fantails pecking at our insides.
The doorway was too small for the coffin You would have laughed uproariously We giggled, breaking the tension. They removed the door, Replacing it after.
Please shock me: Sit up, Hold my hand, Something! But you've turned to stone And my doorway is too small There's too much to let out It all pushes at once And nothing can get through So I slowly remove my own hinges And try to carry on.
I lost a close friend on Sunday. She was one of four of us, we've known each other almost our whole lives.