my eyes no longer weep,but yet for some reasonI still cannot sleep.you are no longer able to hurt mebut i still feel as though you are here,please someone tell me how tostop you from still feeling near...
I feel so desperate and lost.It's like this place is just a cardboard box.I feel weak and ill.Please just give me some sort of pill.I crave a release from this worldThis bodyThis mind.I am desperate.
The scent you left on me after that night made it hard for my mind to let go.The marks you left on me after that night made it hard for my body to let go.All the trauma and pain after all those nights made it hard for my heart to let go.
I look into the pitch of the nightI don't know why it gives me such a fright...Is it cause that's where you first ran your fingers along my skin.Still that thought of us makes me feel so thinIt makes me feel as if I'm nothing but just some wind. You said you love me but I still don't see it. Please tell me if you know where it is, I just want to feel it.
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