When dying breaths never end,
the bells strike noon once again.
Lost dreams cry, begging one's

Why do I remember your digits
even after all these years?
Why do I go against
the stereotypes

Let’s hear it for objects cast aside,
And ones that have lost their shine:
The silvered wood now

I got smiles stuffed into a paper bag for comfort, no therapy works for me.
I take one out and wear

I'm just a girl
I prance and I dance
I skip and I play
Even though I find myself
Caught in the

Dead roses on my piano

A whiff of terror in my demeanor

Chains in my paradise

An

I sat, he sat opposite
Stared, hard, took a cold chunk of flesh with his eyes, a burning sensation

I gruesomely tear the pages down into half,
The letters and emails I wrote,
Not sent, still

You can't cry, they'll call you weak,
You can't shout, they'll consider you want to compete.

You

I stare at the reflection,
It's eyes merely blank.

I gawk at it in silence,
My heart, by

Covert and broken
Soft lovers dance beneath the moon 
They plant the seed for a rose destined to

Young lovers fade in a questioning air,
Light passing through heavy words.
Held in a steady coil,

I thought it was us against the world, I thought it would be us until our dying days, Thought that

and when honey dew simply drips away
t h a t crack from FEAR

Eyes are cursed by fire
Sobbing tears of worst desire
Lonely or sleepy...Is this love?
Lungs are

Tiny little girl with the biggest smile
Glowing in front of all but herself
Perfect little life in