Give me a subject I can sink my teeth into.
The fresh, juicy, pulp of Fate...

Have you ever felt the way,
I feel when im having a down day...

You spun and walked away from me,
With curls that rock to and fro...

Cold as ice your heart chips
And slides from your eye sockets...

Lay me down dead,
On this cold easter's eve...

Days spin too slowly in passing
Net too swiftly in context...

I remember you,
Standing before me...

I see you in the halls,
You don't see me; I watch my shoes...

There you were and greatness bound.
And you held close to you the sunshine...

It's a bit long, I apologize =F
She was eight months along...

The treasure trove of life
Kept secret by flashlight late at night...

Your Secret, like a sticky child.
Calm and sweet, and hardly wild...