I'd like my tokens of time
returned neatly into my pocket...

If you're sorry
be sorry...

So beautiful the memory
brought on by mere scent...

I am internally bleeding
I am strong, independent...

Her eyes are dead
not swollen shut...

If you're miles and miles away
are our thoughts still the same...

Mi querido,
te amo...

I don't fit his cookie cutter vision.
I am too much dough...

Tell me, love,
what's on your mind...

The mind- it races
don't believe me...

A calmness settles deep within,
when I inhale your scent...

My heart pauses
only to pray...