The ghosts of my thoughts and the shades
of the day tell me destiny is a lady...
Blood on my hands,
With no memory of the past...
Of all the cheating and the lies I hear everyday,
Of all the silent screams without the words to...
Should've known
by the way he treats me...
,
making change at a jilted telephone booth...
Whispered into darkness
Are the words never said...
You always said,
that painted fingernails...
I see this path
Of broken glass...
I speak the summer, near the dusk
of the Atlantic, from the cove...
When you close the doors
and open the windows, there are...
Fountain
Pen in my hand...
I almost loved you,
I was thisclose...