My friend Clara
My friend Clara visited me most days.
We laughed and we played. She's new here so I liked to drag her around town and show her my favorite parks and toy stores. She was mean at first, but now she doesn't say anything mean! But one day we were walking around singing. My momma started screaming at me, sayin Clara couldnt play no more. I didn't know what was wrong, the other people at the park were cheering on our show. But momma just screamed at me and called someone on her phone. Then they came and zipped Clara into a black bag and wheeled her away. I yelled goodbye to her, but she didn't respond. Guess she couldnt hear me.
Love
I've started to question what that really means
It seems like everyday I fall in love
And every day my heart is broken
Yet I go and fall in love all over again
A never ending process
How can that be love?
How can something so painful be "love"
Over and over again I break into little pieces, falling to the ground in a heap
But over and over I duck tape myself back together and try again
Each time thinking I'll be able to stay together, that this time will be different
Hoping one day I'll find someone who will hold me so tight
That I won't be able to fall apart