I once held love within a grasp
so tender as to leave no bruise...
Mid July summer is sad
less than half left...
When the tears are too heavy to hold,
I sleep the pain away...
Oh how sad,
How sad it was for her...
He was perfect.
Pure white, dark brown eyes, the cutest litte...
I stare
Gazing towards the darkness of the night...
After a great
retrograde...
-A Soldier's home-
It's solitary like the life he signed up for...
That moment when love is not love
but it's questions...
You sat in my window,
singing ironic love songs...
Please. . .
Take the bottle...
Whim
Once more...