Mix it slowly-
silver spoon...

You remember that day,
the one where you showed up before the sun did...

When does it become too
late to want...

The hallways were different at this time of...

Find me here,
behind my words...

Streaming across my face like
whispering tassels of wind...

She felt bright and shiny
and a little bit new...

I run
too quickly...

Sometimes
when I slip...

If I could write something pretty-
I imagine it would feel...

Just for this moment
i've found myself again...

On a stormy Sunday,
when I'm eating chocolate kisses...