you make me feel like I'm sinning even only with a pen and a paper I'm grinning because I love it and I learned on the backseat of the bus that you can only give so much for love and the news came to me clearer that she's not the one for you
people seem to come and go and your love may want to grow but sometimes the roots untangle and you are no longer together but that may be for the better because he wasn't good enough for you anyway
You know, when I met you You took my breath away In retrospect I would stop breathing if it meant dying next to you because there are demons in the pit of my stomach they're so loud they follow me around it's the shadow I live with now but you are the sun who makes my heart palpitate just a little faster you make me love smiling you make me miss your touch you make me miss your words you make me miss your scent yes your scent because I'd rather have a part of you with me and have it seem strange than be normal and have nothing at all and, well, you call this a part of me, it's not just the start of falling off the wrong side of the sky who held me me up for stars and way too long but after all, all i wanna do is play you songs and just sleep tight
when i see you i see zinnias your hair and your eyes and your rosy cheeks grow tall and strong and flourish and know that rainstorms will only make you stronger
i feel like Thumbelina taking shelter under your leaf-umbrella and watering you with my tears in turn i will take care of you when you wilt and shed many a tear-petal if you need to (because it’s okay to be sad)
when i see you i see zinnias your words and your smile and your lovely voice grow tall and strong and flourish and know that rainstorms will only make you stronger
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.