Wish you could see me
for who I am...

No matter how submissive the night is,
I will originate a succession...

A pen's ink is not always trustworthy, it can be...
poisonous to a nation divided by diversity instead...

I know your soul is present inside of that...
plastic mask and metal chains...

She didn't know any better,
they'd all croak...

Here's a poem to you,
the boy with the tousled hair...

It seeps from her bergamot tea,
soaking lips with fellowship...

Before:
You're all I think about. These feelings didn't...

Pumpkin carvings intrigue me
as I sit crossed upon daring hay stacks...

I'm sorry I turned out to be too much,
yet not enough...

I wasn't always this exhausted, coming home with...
Everything - magnified - the way I take up extra...

I am bold and may not have the courage
to fight a war or protest with action...