Lies as sincere as poetry
swam beneath his shallow pond...

You're as giving as stone;
pretty to behold...

I know it's getting late,
but I have no kisses to swallow...

A star is a star,
it twinkles whether I wish upon its...

I keep falling
in deeper water...

It was the way he smiled
with those eager blue eyes...

With bare, unthorned hands
he scraped my little bubblegum heart...

There's this tenderness
inside my chest...

Excuse me, mister
would you sell me...

I saw you the other day
basking in all your priggish philosophies...

All of these poems
beneath my skin...

Inside my heart
there is this gloom...