The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...
I am a star, collapsing
For far too long I've played pretend...
All the truth
is hidden in the moments of a bird silence...
I am crushed,
like how he...
Time flies.
With every blink another year...
the first time you spoke my name – years after,
i wondered if my name tasted bitter to you...
What on Earth? A rain drop on my hand
A gift from Heaven itself!? Oh wait...
What do you do when you're falling a part
when all the young couples break your heart...
I tried all the sweetest things,
gardenias bloomed from...
Hope is a bird that dies outside
my window every morning...
I want to know all of the stars,
denote them with wishes only you...
It pours! It pours!
into this little lagoon...