Sweet sorrow, oh sweet sorrow
Do I dare to ask about tomorrow...
Her eyes close,
it is dark...
Whats the point in living,
with a broken heart...
What would you do if you walked through the door...
would you cry because you knew that i was about to...
---again, for another contest---
dear jane...
I'm alone on this tiny beach
As the wind blows through my hair...
With all darkness in my heart.
Consumed utterly...
I admit that i still love you
although it doesn't show...
I lay awake in my bed,
As Dreadful memories go through my head...
I walk into class like any other day
Not knowing that my whole life's about to change...
She's so depressed,
She doesnt know what to do...
My name is Nate
and I have story to tell...