Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
The devil’s in my midst.
Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,
My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,
I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
