Every day I go home
all I do is cry...
Standing out side, as the rain starts to fall
Falling to my knees as I begin to cry aloud...
From left to right,
Top to bottom...
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue...
Before I go to sleep every night
I shut my eyes really tight...
we weave words
like tangles of fragile threads...
Sulking is never on my
'To do list' because I will...
I remember your words
many years ago...
i creep around my paranoia
to avoid becoming captive...
I wish I had never met you...
You tore my heart out...
You don't eat,
You don't sleep...
I thought you were my angel,
Sent from heaven's sky...