I could not fathom the notion
That you thought of me too...
If there was a good time to die
It would be in February...
Life lingers beyond our fingers
to a place of disgrace...
She is red - ablaze with a passion so vibrant in...
She is orange - refreshingly sweet as her words...
A friend ship where someone says its ok but you...
The day I thought I'd never get through
I finally got over you...
Yesterday is now gone
Out of my mind...
Blue sky
cerulean calm...
Life is a guitar, a singing man
stretching like a crack...