Fresh out of the glistening, aqua blue, water waiting for you to wipe
the salt from my teary eyes.
Raw as a piece of tough meat until the profound theory of sucking
on a rock brought back a glimmer of hope that tomorrow will not
be filled with despair.
Insane to be tricked and controlled by Mother; however, freedom will
ring in your favor.
Engaging in conversations helps to lessen the dreadful thoughts of
committing suicide and shed some brand new sunlight on difficult subjects.
Never give up on flying high even though the future may be an upside
down smile because "I believe in you!"
Drifting up a side of a steep, army green mountain can numb all
thoughts and leave your mouth in a state of panic.
Self confidence is what the soul needs!
Flatter the intellect with humor that is just a little off beat,
but not enough to let old wounds heal.
Our bond keeps blossoming into blue roses, but where are you
when the ink pen dries up and words are no longer there?
Rather be flying above the soft, pretty, angel white cloud than
be crying like a two year old by not letting food touch my lips.
Looking at all the achievements does not prove a damn thing to guilty eyes.
If I could escape, the Brooklyn Bridge would be the perfect diving area.
Feel nothing but your warm, caring stare responding to my queer behavior.
Even though spending a day at the beach was soothing, I remain
lost without my personality.