Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer Night?
Shall I tell them your tale of lies and fame...
Break this spell that holds me
And chains me to my bed...
My lover
my friend...
My love for you is that of a rose...
Growing stronger and blossoming more beautiful...
I thought I loved him with all of my heart
To find out that he loved someone else...
This is for all you broken girls,
i want you to dry your tears...
This Lie Called "Love"
She sits at the dinner table all alone...
You'll find me,
Beneath the bridge...
I cannot write this poem,
for i have lost my sense of art...
Rip me open slowly,
You like to hear me shout...
I'm totally over you
this time it is true...
The sky is getting its color back,
The rain is fading away...