I have scars on my hiponly two people knowonly one person cares they're going to be there forever my wrists are clear but no one knowswhat lies in my head
tonight I am at homethinkin' bout' youyeah, we don't talk anymorebut I hope you're doing alrightI remember the day we first metfunny really,we both had sinus infectionsin the nurses office, miserableI recall thinking to myself "I've heard rumors about that kid, he's cute but I should stay away"I fell into the trap of your gleaming smilewe exchanged numbers right then and there, in front of the nurseahh, I was so happybut that was the beginning1 year, 5 months agoI'm not happy anymorewhen I was a young girl, about 7, I fell out of the tree in front of my house
Dreams in the dusk,Only dreams closing the dayAnd with the day's close going backTo the gray things, the dark things.The far, deep things of dreamland.Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,Only the old remembered picturesOf lost days when the day's lossWrote in tears the heart's loss.Tears and loss and broken dreamsMay find your heart at dusk.
We talked as Girls do --Fond, and late --We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave --Of ours, none affair --We handled Destinies, as cool --As we -- Disposers -- be --And God, a Quiet PartyTo our Authority --But fondest, dwelt upon OurselfAs we eventual -- be --When Girls to Women, softly raisedWe -- occupy -- Degree --We parted with a contractTo cherish, and to writeBut Heaven made both, impossibleBefore another night.
I am not the black cat.There were four of us;my grandmother,a black cat,a myth,and I.My grandmother oftentold us a myth.When you are ill, she said,if a black catcomes and sits on your bedit means that youwill die soon.I was only six,seriously ill.Our black cat