I want to be remembered as the girl that always...
And the one who could always brighten up your...

Our First Kiss
So simple, yet sweet...

Sweet whispers in the wind
loving words of caress...

My true-self
is hidden from the light...

Limp and frail shes standing there
drenched in her own red liquid...

He watches me through the glass
looking at me as I pass...

I feel dark and abused
Like a molested butterfly...

Sadness
complete destitute...

I sit here with my hair amess
looking ratty in a old worn out dress...

Slip Away
into the darkness...

Grab my heart, rip it out
squeeze it free it from blood...

Captivated by a wind swept sea
the powerful rush against the beach...