There she is
packing her things quietly
with that furrowed brow
It's impossible to read her emotions
She tosses in the blue dress she wore
on our first night out
She looked so beautiful
and that was when I started falling
Falling for her hard and fast
She zips up her suitcase,
packed tight with all our memories
Swiftly, she turns
and heads for the door
barely making eye contact with me
She gets in the car
slams the door
and drives off to God knows where
"I love you," I whisper out the window
But it was all too late.

There she is
packing her things quietly
with that furrowed brow
It's impossible to read her emotions
She tosses in the blue dress she wore
on our first night out
She looked so beautiful
and that was when I started falling
Falling for her hard and fast
She zips up her suitcase,
packed tight with all our memories
Swiftly, she turns
and heads for the door
barely making eye contact with me
She gets in the car
slams the door
and drives off to God knows where
"I love you," I whisper out the window
But it was all too late.

Making music, even
Under the hardest circumstances, because
Sound and rhythm are what keeps their universe
In motion. All the possible
Combinations of notes and beats joining
In unison and harmoniously pulsing
And sending electricity through their veins,
N**ever ceasing to amaze.

Equality
Has to be served
Gifted
'Cause it is deserved.

America is a place
To express
The emotions you face.

It must have taken you a terribly long time
To plot your mischievous plan that day.
You waited for the perfect moment to commit the crime.
And I daresay,
Your well-executed scheme, taking place in trigonometry
Brought me pain
And sorrow.
Your need for my pencil resembles idolatry.
I may never love the same
Or let another person "borrow"