I must have been crying invisible ink.
It must have been raining salt-water bullets.
It must have been the weather;
It must have been in my head.
It could’ve been the door’s slam,
Or the way the floor jarred when
There exists a world, far away from our own and yet right here. This world is very unlike ours. This world is full of magic: wizards, elves, dwarves, dragons and more.
This world comes into contact with ours every so ofte...
As matter is neither created or destroyed, we are a sum of recycled universe
and the same elements that fermented just after the Big Bang are what you hold inside of you.
You are composed of stars and worlds and space, the...
There must be more to a body than just a carcass or else we'd all be rotten.
What keeps my heart beating? How do you stand?
Science can explain it but what begins it?
And why when it leaves do we begin to decompose?
You built me into a home
With large, gaping windows
And a white picket fence,
And we were happy.
And the girls at school all wanted to be loved,
But were never really careful enough to get it right;