Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.

Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mile Where my heart broke a sweat And I wish you were here I wish you'd never left But mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best.

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.

How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?