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...

Such dark eyes
Do they hide something...

So fast,
too fast to be seen...

Falling
in love...

White fur
pure, untainted...

Take this torn heart,
worn and broken...

Never
Every word...

My fallen Angel,
With broken wings...

I remember
The very first time...