Silently she trembles
as the stars slide down her cheek...

Dare I speak for my tongue is bruised
feeling lonely and confused...

Years of stumbling
over waves of disappointment...

Success
perseverance, motivation...

Suicidal Mania
everyone wants to die...

Rain
dreary, bleak...

Sitting there
anticipating my move...

Sweet
tarts held...

Tears
iridescent, crystalline...

I have a box with a pretty bow.
The contents within only I know...

Your words weave a spell upon my soul.
Enchanting my heart, making me whole...

I met a sweet girl
with a half dozen arms...