Flying, soaring from the cloud
White and puffy, comfortable...

Young; I miss those days
Before you could be...

Used to be our little "us"
Playing our childish games...

So glad I've finally found a good guy
That won't waver at the larger truths...

Feel my thumb's soothing circles
The texture of my print calming...

Different than anyone ever
Letting me out of my prison...

Take my hand and lead me on
Travel that road in perfect daylight...

Little sissy wimp
Wanna take a swim...

Chill my laugh, freeze it at dusk
Let the wind permeate my coat...

Kris-
I've been dissed, hurt and embarrassed...

What to write here?
Blank lines pattern...

Blood drips from her tongue
Coughing it into the floor...