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You are the sweetest cherry of the bundle,
The hands over mine as they tremble
You are the first red leaf of fall,
When you see a baby's first crawl
You are like a sunset
Creating colors and light as the day resets
You are the first kiss of young love
The hands that fit perfect together like a glove
You are the moon lighting up the dark
A blank canvases first mark
You are like a guitars first pluck
Opening a can after being stuck
You are my shield
My checkpoint in this maze of a cornfield
Don't slip away
Leaving me in a disarray
When your mind is made up
I hope that you feel enough
Because although you don't feel the same
I still get butterflies when I hear your name
I let angels guide my way
But now it's up to me that you don't stray
Because you are like nuetella on bread
Unable to get you out of my head
I got a taste and I can't let you go
You put holy water on a flower unable to grow
Although I have my demons
I love you for all of these reasons
You are the first hoody of the season
Please let me love you more
I promise there is only good in store
We may disagree
And you may have lost all faith in me
But baby I'm like a tree
I only grow with age, that's what makes me me
I want you to be there
Losing someone like you is too much to bare
I hope you read this and feel
Crack that heart of steel
Because you are the first song in the silence
The only act of kindness through the violence
You are my bear
And hopefully this shows that I do care
My life has cause me to be numb
But I won't allow that to rule my thumb
Or pinky for that matter
I don't mean to make you shatter
Your glass is too beautiful to break
You shine brighter than any diamond a thief could take

I don't draw anymore
I have pencils on the floor and doodles on my door
Doodles of the past when I would push
Shoving the door shut as barricades turned to mush
I don't draw anymore
I used to sing for you on my bedroom floor
"Don't let them ruin my core"
Although you didn't respond
I'd still draw for you and sit by the pond
I don't draw anymore
Can passion derive from pain?
Even when you're considered "crazy" and I'm "sane"
I still think about when we would draw together
You weren't very good, but you assured me forever
I don't draw anymore
We couldn't afford oils but I was okay with pastels
On my birthday you could tell
I would use chalk
While you and I would talk
Scratching against the pavement

Backseat lounging
With thoughts less than arousing
Blinking through burning eyes
Letting the poison correct my urging demise
It's a daily kind of thing
Like clowns pushing on a swing
Laughing at my attempt to climb
Out of this pit of mine
Maybe the burning in my eyes
Has made my mind and heart blind
I am a fool
A tool used to help fix your stool
And maybe it's too late
With a past filled with so much hate
Hating the world, clowns are mean
Pulling either side of my hair making me scream
All I have are pillows to suffer my shrills
And some hills are too steep to overcome with will
Did you hear the circus was in town?
We're going to stand around you as you drown
But you don't need our support,
There's no net of safety for this kind of sport

Subsequently
Flowing back and forth
Like a wave parting from the oceans palms
A sequence, leading to aftermath
Dying flowers, rotting apples
Picking apart roses, letting the petals fall
Flowing back and forth like feathers
Floating back to their beginning
Subsequently