That teardrop,
so beautiful but bitter...
One look into your eyes
I become overwhelmed by butterflies...
There is a place,
In my head...
We sing a song of the land of the free,
We sing a song by Francis Scott Key...
I’m trying so hard
Wearing myself out...
Don't speak,
Don't cry...
you
won’t...
One old, outrageous ogre
growls at a greenish ghoul...
You killed her so many times
in a looped process...
Clip not the blind of wings to let them soar
give them the tools a path your love to find...
Please Mr Sandman, come my way
before too dark the close of day...
Dear reader,
My tongue has...