

Hello, my sweetest lullabyHello, my sweet lullaby Wont you let me hear your lovely voice (scream)? You cant hide from me forever Im dying to caress your perfect faceHello, my sweetest lullaby
Pick up your phone,
Because I know whos on the other line
Hello, my sweet lullaby Wont you let me in (your head)? You cant keep your prayers silent forever Im aching to hold your heart in the palm of my hand Smile for the camera, darling, Beacause its lights, camera, action, all the time
Hello, my sweetest lullaby Wont you let me kiss you goodnight? Yo


2 AMIts 2am, But I can only pretend to be asleep. Im crying silently As I listen to your tears and your pain I am safe in my bed, but you are not safe in yours I try not to hear the plates shatter, Or the doors bang. I close my eyes and bury myself in pillows; But still, the threats echo through the walls I try not to think of the broken bottles decorating the floor Or the sirens outside our home, Its 2am, But I can only pretend Im not screaming.2 AM


My field of paper flowersTheres this placeMy field of paper flowers
Where the grass is plush And stepping-stones lead
From one secret garden
To another
Where the stone walls Hide behind them clandestine paths
And the benches are shaded By cherry trees Where the old gazebos
Are laced with vines And the day lilies catch the dewdrops of morning Where the daffodils smile at the sun And the birds sing in bittersweet melodies Where the blossoms from the trees Dance in the wind And fall like confetti on my hair Where some people merely
Come and go And others sta


TheWindowOfYourSoulisBrokenWinters chill lingers on your breath As you whisper in my ear Faded sweet melodies resurface Dancing beneath a fragile glass A mirror of what used to be But the bittersweet truth shatters Piercing my heart with the Shards of biting lies reflected in your blue eyesTheWindowOfYourSoulisBroken


summer fallssummer falls dew drops ofsummer falls
hope.
the night envelopes me like a black satin dress
speckled with starlit rhinestones.
nostalgic, my mind drifts.
to memories of hanging on. reaching for the
life I had once lost..
feeling the happiness so close, grazing my fingertips.
almost there.
ready to seize
my dreams and slip into them like a custom fit nightgown.
ready to prance around
on a new street, a new path.
Kiss Me
I know my reply is somewhat late...
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"Be nice!"
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so I just wanted to let you know I'm alive and I just wanted to say hi. I hope you're doing well.
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xoxo
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