My feet dance along
your melodies like...
I am not mad at men,
I am mad at the boy who has a gorgeous...
Like cabernet spilling from my lips,
a sour blend of vinegarish red...
I know that people judge you
because I used to judge you too...
I wanted to die in fire,
to fade into the setting sun...
In My Eyes
Daddy...
She tells me, that people have been telling her
that I'm queer. says "Yo no creo que Dios me...
4 AM and still awake,
having glances with midnight trains...
Do you still fall
like leaves on a September wind...
The whispers spread
through the breeze...
Untie the laced lines
you keep within, I'll stay through...
One AM -
How I wished there were monsters...