A destitute silhouette consumes my reverie What part of me draws this scene to erase you? Such an innocent scene to tell me I am not a good person A
We're waiting solemnly at a crowded intersection I might have confronted your hopes A scratched screen glows inside a red room Your comments tempting
Emotion can't walls innocent words pencils conveyed needs stared withered the beautiful orchid I like us made of lead believed our eyes would meet The
Haa tang kao mai? The beginning - a condensed expanse The stars contained in one golden point and released in a black collage From brook to bank to book
Canvas shoes pigment water dreaming childlike peaceful virtuous road cat double decker bus letter violin dreamy warm colorful bed cachalot beige flower
That's my love! so close to the grave, You heard my oath You saw the blood on my face I was the ghost you saw through rain warped windows but I chose
Small hands folding canvas and plastic in low light besides the butcher's bellies smiling, The cleaver falls and coins roll like thunder under the shuffle
We will not recant We rejoice in our sentence We give thanks to God The serpent was writhing in the grass We tread on a dragon's head and climbed up
In a city made of sand (with my old kit bag at my side) agleam with lights and dreams (with my broken guitar across my knees) I sat outside the spookhouse
I saw you three times today I saw two birds trapped in a white dome a miserable road corroborates Is it any wonder that I sing from a white porch? Our
You wanted new words to take a small part of me You left me wandering listening to willows whispering in hushed breezes blowing kisses (I'm still waiting
Every time I sing I think of you. The only person I should never think of. Some kind of love, rotting. Love never seems to ever last long, but the flowers
What trials have my selfish pursuits penned in confusion? (Leave me be belief)(oh indefinite inquiry!) and what noble creations can come from any cursed
Whenever your around I can't keep my heart in my chest, I can't keep my feet on the ground. Your the girl that makes me happy to be anywhere if you are
I don?t think I?d ever been so happy before. You could always make me smile even if you had to use your hands. I drove home that Friday writing these
These gentle hands that comfort me in my infirmities, may they also guide me in the confusion of my securities a voice as clear as my conscience agrees
The text message you just sent me made me cry. Tears are running down the cheeks you kissed, when you ripped my heart out, and told me you thought that
Soft words and brief smiles on the steps in the statue of liberty. Her thin arms embrace me. All her friends are going to a party tonight. Goodbye is
