The young and the old gather under the great night...
The beauty of what is yet to be seen is hidden...

My eyes indulge
the secret hues of red and black...

At the sight of this greeting card,
I remember your sweet, shy smile...

I would love to fall in love again,
Oh feel the excitement of being young...

Mrs. x,
you see I'm really going to change your beddings...

You never dared to approach me
And I never did try either...

The clean white walls
and the newly mopped floors...

At 14
I discovered all the ways...

How will it feel
to rhyme with the world...

You are your own brand
of rose-colored glasses...

Soft petals gathered by the breeze
Swaying tenderly with such ease...

A girl with blindfolds lays in bed
All the blood is oozing from her head...