Their little hands
one day will be big...
Love;
hold me in the night...
I sit around contemplating the way my life was to...
So many things have happened; I keep the pain I...
Grief is not based on numbers
sorrow does not require a certain speed...
At fifteen years old,
when I first met a...
When I saw you lost and sad
about things...
Too many of us speak twice before thinking...
Emotions are an abyss
where everything goes...
Stood at a crossroad
deciding which path to take...
The chilled breeze bends around quiet road,
The taste of coming snow in the air...
If my breath extends for far too long
I ask you to strangle my mortal song...
Heartless,
heart of gold...