All of this is going to make you freak. So prepare...
Somewhere deep amid the scenic solitude. All alone...

Through soot-wet mascara eyes. All these years...
And as you fell before me to the floor. I wondered...

I always thought we'd grow old together.
Facing each new day...

The thought of you haunt's me, as I lay my tiring...
Provoking fear within my soul, as I toss and turn...

I need an empty space to reflect once more.
A storm is brewing, little by little in my...

This poem is dedicated to a good friend of mine...
Through mist my eyes I see the world go by, I sit...

How does it get better?
Knowing the moment...

First look, First touch, First kiss.
Fate was my guiding light...

When we argue, I find
myself in despair...