Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet. Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. A child I would dip my hands
Freaking books my skin is my cover Don’t judge me by it You peruse the shelves—stop Hers is golden
It has been said that you should Dance like no one’s watching— I always dance like you are Seeing me Across the room
such a vicious cycle monster mashing in my face sleep deprived and bleary eyed my mind knows not the taste of understanding calculus
Does God still speak in dreams today or does he now choose sleep Silence glitters my bedroom pictur… darkness all now brings.
nothing I have to say matters unle… Times New Roman. 12 point spaced and doubled pages’… all I gotta show em. Forget the creativity Forget the…
Oh Mrs. Mary Kay— Mary May! Hey! Your boy’s not coming here this da… No, he’s farming hay—
I see our names on checks in black… an address peers below a simple home of warmth and light that everyone would know. I wonder—
sit down my dears and I will tell a story wondrous—true. of life and love and all the things
I guess it was you all along. Why did I have to see it so late? No wonder I have glasses. Get some for my heart, too Preferably with bifocals.
In your green dress staring up at… your heart speaks the picture you keep on your laptop for all to… I used to wonder if it was all jus… sad bad boy that could only toy wi…
it’s sad how well, our eyes don’t meet unless I want them to. I’ll always look for your——
You are a storm A fire A shatter in the dark Ripples on the surface Crack
I drag a metaphor too far into the dirt to pick up sticks and worms around the little trees little trees
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. I look into the future
