Category: poetry

If you can’t tell me the truthdon’t tell me a lie.And if you’ve come here to say no,you know I’m going to cry. But right

Look at what you’ve done to me.I used to be so strong.How could you come here and flip my life around? Hand’s on the doorhandlebut

Watching you go, step by stepI have to wonder where you think you’ll get.No matter the options you decide to takethey’ll be the ones I’ve

You raise a mocking laugh, whiletaking one look at my old, cheap clothes.Gah…I know exactly what this is,as I see you glaring down with your

Never learned to give upand I don’t want to die…So I can’t stay here quietand just let you win.To resist is to exist…and I don’t

Cry me a tear and singof how your heart is aching.Tell me how you can’t denythe sobs that you sit to cry. Cry me a

Life isn’t an absolute. You can’t just sit there and sayat the beginning of your daythat it will only suck! Yes it will be hardand

Singin under the waterfall somewhere around darkan old elf suddenly calls“Hey, where’s my shorts!” He’d been bathing to see an old lady friend,of course, above

Singing to the beat of walksounds better when there’s more to talk.Keep your beat;keep your step.Then you’ll find out why you left. Yes, it hurts;yes