When I was younger, I wrote a fairy tale
I was once your princess, and our love would never...

It must be December; no amount of summer could...
I feel like last week’s leftovers forgotten in...

Smells surround me in a blanket of comfort
My eyes draw heavy and with this battle to stay...

Grief is a mind with no plan, a soul that can only...
The first drop of rain that falls in the spring...

Lost in thought, in a comfortale daze
My thoughts seem scattered, my sanity caged...