Her name is Marie.Cuter than most.Tougher than most.Happier than most.Smarter than most.My name is Marie.Uglier than most .Weaker than most.Sadder than most.Dumber than most.
I wish a day he would turn to me,Realise what’s missing in his lifeRealise that we belong to each otherI wish a day,He would call my nameWith a smile on his face,With joy in his eyes,As he looks at me,And gives me a peck on the lips,And wraps his arm around me.I wish for dayI wish.
A long, thin hand,Encapsulates my back,Coldness spreads through me.A soft sounds,flows from my mouth,A cold lip,pinching my skin.The weight of a body,pushes me down.Gentle yet hard.My stomach gurgles,My heart races against my mind,My body hot and sticky.My breathing choking on itself.My heart stings in its position.
Outside in the great big worldMonsters deep in cracksToo young to understandThat a battle you will faceOthers will hate your graceOthers will adorn your loveOthers will pretend and leaveIt’s a great big world out thereAre you prepared?
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.