and so i just laid there, as still as i could be.i froze as you touched every inch of my body.you thought i was asleep.i was so young.i had so much to live for.i've gone everyday thinking about what you did and how i could've stopped it.i'm still trying to convince myself that it wasn't my fault.why would you do this to me?i hope you burn in hell.
do they even care?no.how could they?i don't even care about myself.it's like my flaws are written all over the surface of my skinmaking them turn away and run from mei need to stop chasing after thembut i can't.
you saved my lifethe way your fingertipsbrushed against my cheekthe way you held mein your armsyou made me feelbut you leftand i haven't felt a thingsince
I shall return again; I shall returnTo laugh and love and watch with wonder-eyesAt golden noon the forest fires burn,Wafting their blue-black smoke to sapphire skies.I shall return to loiter by the streamsThat bathe the brown blades of the bending grasses,And realize once more my thousand dreamsOf waters rushing down the mountain passes.I shall return to hear the fiddle and fifeOf village dances, dear delicious tunesThat stir the hidden depths of native life,Stray melodies of dim remembered runes.I shall return, I shall return again,To ease my mind of long, long years of pain.
Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn :It listens, listens. Taller trees beyondListen. The moon at the unruffled pondStares. And you sing, you sing.That star-enchanted song falls through the airFrom lawn to lawn down terraces of sound,Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground ;While all the night you sing.My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee,As all night long I listen, and my brainReceives your song, then loses it againIn moonlight on the lawn.Now is your voice a marble high and white,Then like a mist on fields of paradise ;Now is a raging fire, then is like ice,Then breaks, and it is dawn.