Tana Young

Tana Young Aug 2013

please

restore me, restore life.

5w

Tana Young Aug 2013

well,

my sad soul is where the Devil gets high

10w

Tana Young Aug 2013

i walk cheerfully, as i carry my book of myths

10w

Tana Young Aug 2013

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her last breath whispered mercy
the ambulance rushed over with urgency
cause of death, broken heart
it was ripped apart

20w

Tana Young Aug 2013

what level of Hell is this?

my face is no longer as white as snow

it's ****** from my barb wire tears
my demons are saying "cheers!"
then the Devil pulls out a chair
and he joins the toast to my sweet despair

Tana Young Aug 2013

enough tears for 100 men

my best friend died today

5w

Tana Young Aug 2013

Oops.

You can't break a broken heart
                 Take a chance
                 One quick glance
* * *
* * *

Never mind you can
                  Oops
                  I guess I will continue
                  These lonely loops