You are no longer looking at the world through...
And it seems as if the world keeps throwing you...
Is it my past, or is it a dream?
I can not remember, or so it would seem...
I think he has enchanted my soul
I hang on to j.k's every word...
Lying in the grass,
Looking up towards the sky...
In the cool of the night
And the glow of the moon...
Boys
Boys are bratty...
That night was full of passion
With infatuation and desire...
"Six months...six months," the patient...
"Is that all I have to live...
There lies the beginning
In some strange and melancholy way...
Grotesque mirror by the bedside,
Tiny rivulets of quicksilver...
I am to kindhearted and to caring
to loving and to sharing...
Ouch that hurt was like child birth backwards,
The pain the soreness talk about sadness...