Of Love, whose twisting tendrils twine
about my love, to make him mine...

I remember the last time
you held my hand and looked in my eyes...

I stand outside
the wind blowing my hair...

I'm sitting here typing
a note of advice...

Shove a stake into my heart
break my soul to splinters...

A song is born
early in the morn-ing...

"i sit and stare at these four walls"
bullshit...

I'm that girl that no one sees
no one cares, I'm on my knees...

May it be an evening star shines bright o'er your...
may it be a mourning dove sing soft o'er your bed...

I don't know anything anymore
not who i am...

Alone, we walk, to find a place
in open garden, a private space...

Alone at night beside a darkened pool
Of bleeding hearts of those who were denied...