I believe
I believe in America and I believe in who we could be
but I don't believe in who we are.
It's so easy to give up and let them reign.
I am.
I'm scared to stand up or say things and I haven't before,
and I won't.
I believe in America and I believe in who we could be
but I don't believe in who we are.
It's so easy to give up and let them reign.
I am.
I'm scared to stand up or say things and I haven't before,
and I won't.
If only I could stop doubting myself,
If only I could stop being afraid,
If only I could be happier instead of secret depression,
If only I could get better, and peace would stay,
I threw a needle at the mirror, the whole thing shattered,
leftover lipbalm sits in my pocket.
I would’ve never kissed you if I knew you were straight
After Jack Gilbert
Am I disposable to you?
Did you get me thinking I'd be 20% off?
Did you get me thinking you could just find another, not caring if I'd be getting a good lover?
You think I'm disposable, discarded, trash.
Sometimes it feels like
there is a giant boulder
hanging above my head
which I constantly have to chip away at
to prevent it from crushing me
but, what if I rest too long
or can't chip fast enough
True love.
Love that's true.
Love you know
in your heart
is you and another person.
I guess I like to think I'm in love
I never really know.
Sunflowers have secrets
Roses riot
We all have spirits
We won't be quiet
Lilies lie
Poinsettias have power
Flowers die
We have the strength of a new and blooming flower
What you think is a great rock
over your head is
actually a great ball of glitter;
when you think you're about to be crushed
by a massive rock, and
it has become too heavy to hold, the
ball will pop, and
Who am I?
I don’t even know anymore.
I’ve shed the person I once was in favor of a new one.
Yet, I’m still that person.
I’m both at once and neither.
So who am I?
"when the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie"
dean martin's voice booms throughout the house
as I lay on the living room couch
basking in heat from the wood-stove
to the tune of an over saturated
There are vintage looking posters in the windows
And they’re probably not old
But I’d almost believe you
If you said they were.
They’re next to organic candles