"I protest my innocence!"
"Read the charges against him."...
Fairytale endings are,
what's the word I'm looking for...
So this is all that's left of it,
A cold and deserted fish bowl...
The hour glass empties,
like the hands of a...
I've got nothing left,
drained in such a way...
A rampaging battle, blows making the world...
A mind keen on survival, knowing every moment is...
Alone and far from the madding crowd
it stood...
I've read a lot of broken words
Wounded beyond repair...
Appreciated,
being thanked even some bit...
Rolling through a wreck of thought
Of which letters she wrote...
*I know this is very long... got on a roll writing...
"Dear Diary" is how each page began and...
Take a glimpse of my heart,
scan through all the clutter...