Glass is beautiful
Glass is pure...
She
takes notations...
Lying awake at night
Screaming...
Now you're finally alone,
Crushed mind with a heart of stone...
How do you run from all the hate,
All the hate that they create...
She held me so close
that her heartbeat almost became...
Once said my mother wearing silk,
"Do not cry over spilled milk,"...
Hanging 10 feet off the ground
Hoping never to be found...
Knocking, knocking
I hear the rumbling and rapping...
One month
It's October already...
Living up to your name,
Even to the end...
October 4th 1961- May 28th 2003
it was the day after my 11th birthday...