She leaned forward on her knees; the short dull...
Her slow sharp breathing echoed threw the large...

There is a poem in my heart screaming for the...
I know I have a story to tell and the world needs...

The pressure of doing something wrong hangs over.
I melt as the temptation for your attention, the...

The clock ticks staring at him mimicking every...
The shadow he longs for deep in the corner as she...

The silence of the cold winter air pierced...
The laugh of pity, found not funny by anyone but...

She leaned forward on her knees; the short dull...
Her slow sharp breathing echoed threw the large...