Someone turn a light on,
There’s a darkness in my head.
I’ve been acting strangely
And I always feel half-dead.

Compulsive talkers
are a tedious bore,
rambling on and on,
'til your ears are sore.

Dragging out details,
saying way

“I don't want you,” he yelled.

The front door slammed as her world crumbled, shattered and fell

Tears filled

We see each other
On and off
This boyhood friend of mine
There really isn’t ever
All that much to say
Except that we’re

My chest heaved, my eyes fluttered toward the sky -
I desperately avoided your eye -
I wished that I didn't hear you say,
"Hey,