You can't hear my piercing screams
as you walk down the street...
It seem that everyone these days are being sad
Some are stressed and some are feeling bad...
In this story I feel like I'm missing my cues.
Have I misread the text...
Blessed are those who know
true love is all that matters...
Billowing curtains
soft summer breeze gives them wings...
Struck by a lightning, in a dark night
While nightingale's songs fade to silence...
Paralyzed
My heart stopped beating...
I
remember...
Soon, very soon now the first snow will fall,
turning the landscape into a place of perfect...
I have come to understand the nature of love,
Not that I necessarily learned what it was...
Move on past those shadows!
bend across our crescent moon...
I could never be a tree
Or the kind of girl to lie beneath...