There's a pretty
tangerine sky...

I love you,
The words I cannot bring...

Be a flame in a pile of ashes,
Find hope where no one thought to look...

This little girl with her big sad eyes
looked up at me like she was going to cry...

I wouldn't call your arms heaven
because although they cradle me, so soft, so...

Your mother cradled roses to her face
"Yellow," she said. "For...

Lonely in bed,
As I toss...

What if every time we fell in love
it marked out bodies...

This bed is warm
It's been perfectly made...

The smoke leaves his mouth
Like it's its own life...