Tears scatter across the freshly woven webs, as she sits back and wonders why has she let this sticky net close in around her.

Confusion: Only four letters long.

(L-O-V-E)

It's your imperfections that make me fall for you even more.

It's what you don't realize that hurts me.

Does it ever seem to bother you when all someone ever does is pick at your failures untill all you can do is break down in tears. Only because they decided to be cruel enough to eat away at your already low self esteem.

That beauty of AIM: You can act like the world is perfect, even if you are crying.

A dark room, once filled with so many memories of what we were meant to be.

Those moments,
now gone,
slipping from my grasp,
to never experience again.

You lose me in those bright, blue eyes of yours.

Gone to find windex: My heart's still a tad smudged from the last time it was dropped.