The best of friends they were, they talked about...
He said he wanted to die in the coolest way...
The smile on my face now
is nothing but fake...
This is to all my friends
Who care and love me so...
fish swim
in bowls to...
what do you call the
'what ifs...
Your hands were sails carved-
from the genesis that also...
Once more, left desiring
The only thing...
Time turns her face from mine as I grow.
Friends fall away leaving cold gifts of woe...
I lace up my chucks and I throw on a scarf,
Who knew these cuts would leave more than just...
The owl came last night
it’s never been before...
Broken, empty, bruised and battered
Gone away has all that mattered...
I am spending the night with you;
watching as you draw...