Once upon a time.
That's how all the stories go...

There is this thing,
inside of me...

When the words run out.
And people grow leery...

If I could,
I would lie to you...

When the grass turns grey
and emotions run high...

I feel the threads of my heart
tug...

Why wont you hold me?
Am I repulsive...

I just keep talking,
though none of the words are true...

My Words.
I can't put yearning in me into words...

Nothing engulfs you .
into this world of bland grey...

How dare you?
Don't you see how wrong this is...

You make me feel funny.
So out of control...