These Words

Pity To the Present

I Think Chatter Inside Me

I Feel the Condemnation to What

I Become

So Much to Being Greatest Ever

If I Can Trick this Present Butter Fly

Flying

Be My Maple Leaf

Seeking the Simple Greetings

Nice to a Beggar the Butterfly Falls

Before the Feet of a

Fly

Just the Weird Thoughts

Clever Maybe

Frozen the Everlong

Washed By The Rain Now the

Visitor

Be Not Alone

Are the Doves Here for Scattered

Lives Lost With the Letters We

Steal.