There are stories I've told myself long enough to be real felt them in my bones and know them to be yours as they cling to each other likie a man and a woman who have years of stories that need to continue and for reasons of death like passing moonlight on old shoes must be told as steps in the dark on the way to the bathroom real and ok because the love is in the bed sleeping and you could again fill the indented space he left with the memory of his stomach and large chest against your back and his breathings loud enough to be yours Marcelene I mosca

I remember the day... The day I saw you... The day I fell in love... I remember the day... The day my heart skipped a beat... The day your beauty made me feel weak... I remember the day... The day my gaze met yours... The day I knew my heart would be yours... I remember the day... The day I asked you to be mine... The day I would see my future with you...

The day I saw you... My heart skipped a beat... I couldn't move,.. I couldn't think... The day I saw you... I felt my heart leap... My heart beat fast... My heart beat weak... The day I saw you... I knew my heart belonged to you... I knew my future was with you... Now we're here together forever,.. Till the ends of time... I'll stay by your side till my life resides...

Lost myself , my blouse , my computer mouse and everything i wanted to see in my house ..

I thought love would be thunder, A storm across the sea, Something loud and reckless, Something wild and free. Instead it felt like stillness, A harbor calm and blue, The kind that makes a weary ship Forget what it’s sailed through. No waves of uncertainty, No fear of what to do, Just a quiet kind of certainty Whenever I found you.

they said they were helping. and in there eyes they were. but they were stripping me from my life. they took away my life. saying they were here for me. but they just wanted me to look perfect. I was there broken bell jar. but sometimes you can't always fix them. you have to let them be.

Led rooftops from Montmatre You look down at them The sun reflected right back at you A glimpse of heaven God's design Making the city glitter But you don't believe in him The historically portrayed white man The stem The root Of your cynic patriarchal spite He only gave you an eye for The famous white authors And the missing woman legacy The lack-lustre masculine flair Of our HIStory He gave you faith And you put it in Bikini Kill

I bleached my hair. but no it wasn't about the bleach. there was a sting. but no it wasn't about the sting.

Anxiety and me Are not friends I get really Unhappy every time it happens It’s never to days The same which is such a shame!

I don’t understand you Your getting worse You sit there and do nothing It’s awful to watch This self pithiness Needs to stop!