with sharp wings
it flames through...
She called for the wind
so the wildflowers...
Bear Pooh,
I once saw a meme...
Through trial and error, I've soon come to...
That in my growing pains and fear...
fried fish with fries, the scent I like
add lemon, salt, and sauce alike...
you gave me the truth,
and I poured it on your...
There are things that cannot be
put into poems or words of beauty...
There are ways we talk around
her, taking shameful steps...
She
closes...
Oh Wind!
i am just a twig...
I keep asking myself,
will it ever get better...
She’s screaming out at the top of her lungs
While he sings a girl all the songs they had sung...