Picking lights from a tree
holidays aren't meant for you and me
so I am left standing
in a world growing dark
picking lights from a tree that's lost its spark

~•

an army of kittens
into the mouth of a lion
this is what it does
it eats your innocence

•~

I can feel the weight
that you're carrying inside
and I wish that I could make it mine
part the sea of noise
and carry you to the other side

I wish I could make it all quiet

stupid girl, tell the world
I can hear them calling you a
stupid girl

tell the world
what if it was them
and not you
what is it they'd do

beautiful girl, take off your shoes
let me walk the miles with you

I can feel the weight
that you're carrying inside
and I want to make it mine
to walk at your side
help you cross that line

stupid girl
I wish I could make it all quiet

~

even as the last crumbs fall
i know they'll not lead a mouse to the truth
nor lay a path for one's escape

one cannot blame hell on a devil that does not exist
or pray to an angel whose arrows always miss
love is neither a burden nor a gift

love just is

~

•~

she was a baby's breath 
        a    w  h  i  s  p  e  r                       
    that passed between hearts
  leaving gentle words                          
      that never formed a sentence
but left us dazzled                    
by her presence      

~•

~
it all burns
  every saccharine melody i drink
from your lips to my ear
hot as paris in the summer rain
every sauter, plier and relever
with grace, i dance away
~

•~
everyone I love is dead or dying
so why am I still here
why am I still trying
   my daddy's near gone
and mama's always crying
everyone I love is dead or dying
but I'm still here
I'm still trying
~•

○

haven't watched the sun rise
      in quite some time
but i can remember its warmth when
the corners of your eyes curl up in a smile

it's such a beautiful thing
when you get to sleep in
with no where to go
but up

○

i.

you can **** a demon  
  with a bullet to your head
or you can make him dance for you
instead

ii.

so far i haven't found a cure
   for the sickness in my head
but i've found the path for entertaining it instead

<
three darts to the left
might have tried poisoned arrows instead
but it's about the pain not the death
and life, it's a wonderful mess
three strokes from dawn, now that's the true test
to dream, to rise
and do it all again
thank you, God
I feel so *******
blessed