I've written you several letters
within the past forty two years...
Death never invited you
But you invited the death with pleasure...
The most despicable friend on Earth
is that who makes fun of his friend...
He was a ghost, she wasn't,
Yet both were unseen, unheard...
I cry tears.
She refuses to release...
These three pixies
are my magical flowers...
Another day of celebration
Another year older you've grown...
Recently I have come to peace,
Peace that I will have no REAL friends...
Too much of a good thing?
Is it Possible...
Upon time, but only once,
On a snow-white winter's day...
If you ever feel like crying, call me.
I can't promise I'll make you laugh, but I'll cry...
What if I fell
would you help me up...