With every beat of her heart
she was afraid it would burst...

The window's open so I can feel the stars
and I wonder if you see them...

Roses seem just so damn cliche,
violets do as well...

Sleeping in my refridgerator
just to stay calm and cool...

A little rocking horse
kissed by time's lips...

Blackened mirrors laced with lies
pools of creeping ivy...

Roses are red,
carnations, sweet pink...

I'm not pretty
and I'm not smart...

Every melody pumps through ears,
pulsing out heartbeat's song...

Feet thumping
on hard packed ground...

When did we become
little gingerbread men...

Running through little green fields,
sky so blue, flowers so white...