Such a beautiful night
The still quiet void...
Smoldering words fall from vacant lips
Each syllable curling around my heart...
" And my life ends, ends my pride and glory
In the drafts I am not, not a line nor a...
Last Spring
Pink satin ribbons...
You carved our names in paper -
And...
You were a song written within the shadows
Brought to life daily, with your sweet libretto...
I wake up in this skin of mine
and I'm deeply saddened...
This wasn't meant to happen.
His name was never supposed to show up...
She hides behind her emo smiles
And covers her tears with a deceitful mask...
as the bugle played
wind blew their memories back...
I have a voice that shrieks into the night
to break the shackles of this joyless plight...
The unpredictable is predictable now
as one can easily read it on my face...