I have an old desk, ever since I was ten
It was a present from my mum, as well as a pen...
Paraphrasing a pretty poem;
I pluck paper pedals...
You seem to have become addicted
to a growing fascination...
Do you ever trust the beating
of those little throbbing whispers...
He is so desperate to find out where I a in my...
terrified of the keys I hold to ensure he is...
Memories appear in my sleep,
as uninvited as your existence...
Collapsing values fall from the quiet sky,
as the chill of emptiness pieces deep...
All I ever wanted was for you to tell the truth,
which I believe you have known all along...
Don't play with fire, my mother always said
I wish I had listened, but now I just dread...
Here we are,
Together once again...
I hate you,
I can't stand you...
This pain is becoming unbearable, each day is...
I used to be so active, jumping and running, so...