It was the late summer of Lady Di mourning  and in my own underpass, I died thrice    Tina slit my heart’s throat  palpitating dying breaths inside our wreckage  and bringing her latest lover to the funeral    Too far, too fast, too fierce  who unbuckled the belt to halt train’s speed?  Thousand midnight candles  were always going...

What can save me From being sad Almost every single day Father can you Put some happiness In my life Because I am already Sick of being sad And I don’t want My friends to see Sad Because that will Make them worried About me What can save me From waking up Tired every morning My...