You tell me to be myself
Yet when I try it isn't good enough...

Little bird, spread your wings
Bless my ears with your soft song...

From my perch I fell
Scars prominent and haunting me...

The print on my skin, one etched with ink and...
Paints such a lovely, colorful, delicate portrait...

A canopy of trees stretch their arms overhead,
Interlocking their finger-like branches and...

The flames lick my skin
A circle growing closer...

Feel the chill of a livid depart
Ravaging a desolate meadow in turn...

A daring caress
Your mouth on my neck, so soft...

Here we are again,
Looking in those pretty eyes...

Quiet, my soft, stitched heart,
You echo too loudly in the mausoleum...

Crisp sheets lack your warmth as I lay amongst the...
Your scent of home and care merely a ghost in the...

Sensitive tears brush along porcelain cheeks...
Oppressive pain blowing away with each gentle kiss...