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...
insufferable
smart Alec saved his friendships...
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 flashbacks assault your body like
hailstorms on fragile glass...
I was young the day I met you,
too young to read the shadows in your grin...
White paths, winding, secret
From the mountain down to the village...