Maybe if I become
strong...
You know they're kind of the same
both like art...
I am lost in an empty room,
Crowded only with myself...
Yes, it has occurred to me
That I haven't been able to look at a recent...
Grief does not knock.
It shoulders the door...
There -
amidst a pile of leaves and...
The Tragic Death of My Quail:
Hey...
There was a little girl
who lived in a broken home...
I see cracks in the glass it won't reflect me...
A thousand little pieces scatter in the night...
Is it a crime to love so deep,
That even angels wake and weep...
Every waking day
reliving this heartbreak...
Every time I speak up
trying to mend us...