I've only words
for wings...
Every thing starts out fine and amazing today,
I go to school...
Nearly everything ends up
in a flea market...
I look closely down the road
I wonder about how it will go...
What I now fear the most is being called a Female,
Being called a female its like, its another curse...
Grabbing pen and paper,
I wrote a letter to you...
The full length mirror
in my bedroom makes...
A tragedy
alone and dying...
Did you ever felt lost?
And just wander a roundabout...
You exist in every
photograph, on every wall...
Been responsible
my entire life but I have...
I still find comfort
in the way you run your fingers...