Do you miss me?
My smile...

Seven years old
Is a bad time to have to grow up...

Is this love I feel-
Or simply lust...

Give me words of beauty
grant me now your precious lies...

So fast,
too fast to be seen...

Never
Every word...

Take this torn heart,
worn and broken...

White fur
pure, untainted...

Falling
in love...

My fallen Angel,
With broken wings...

I remember
The very first time...

Such dark eyes
Do they hide something...