She wears magic on her eyelids
as she burns april...
I sit at the bus stop, @ 9:03
What, my friend, do you see...
Interestingly
he never reminisces...
As I sit here in this quiet room,
The silence it just kills me...
I Know that theres no really poetry quality to...
I'm laughing, are you serious?
You don't have the conviction to be with us...
They say fools fall in love
in the hot moist night...
,
we slept in the dusty corners of ourselves...
When she came
he came...
We put on our
happy faces...
It's so easy
To be who you were...
Maybe someday you just won't matter anymore
Maybe my stomach, head and heart won't convulse...