Was this folk law true?
My imagination running wild of the man who seeks...

You never judged me my dear
Never left me standing in fear...

I see your golden hair dance in the spring breeze
And wonder if i would ever run my fingers through...

I stare and fixate my dark pupils on them
Anger and hurt running through my bones...

The candle flame flickering in the exitement of...
The windows aching from the force of the howling...

I felt it!
Spiralling around my neck like a noose waiting to...

I am here my good friend,
please let me know you see...

There she is,
beauty in its finest form...

Are these walls closing in?
Why are people looking at me...

The sun rose, yet i felt no warmth
People where around me, yet i felt so alone...

The sight of you
Is to know you...