The dog doesn’t want to be in love with the cherry.
I killed the angel who kissed me, and I must confess
I stepped foot into a chain and fell into a snow flake,
I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.
Jake is a boy. Megan’s a girl. She is the one, who rocks his world. She makes waves,
I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
Hell must think Jessica is sexy, because it’s attracted to her like a moth
Does the sun want to stay for the moon? The moon would gladly stay for the sun. Like the sky,
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
Don’t waste your juice box, Mr. Turtle. Turn around and face the
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
I’ve got a cherry, and that cherry is mine. I’ve got a rose, and that rose is fine. So close,
It is a tree that melts, and gushes down a hill. It is a
Lucy, listen to me. You don’t know where you’re headed, or where I’m coming to you