as a kid
there's nothing
like wasting away inside a tiny
room
sitting on the backrest
of the couch
looking out the window
and seeing her
tread through the rain

a red umbrella covers
her.

Mother

she's going back
to the liquor store

your voice paints a gentle need
so please call me a million times...












i'll write your name in thousand rhymes

Somtimes  
All you need is a hug
And somone to tell you
Your not as worthless as you think you are