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...
Shame on me for believing that this was different,
For fooling myself into thinking I was special...
The beauty of life
is not in how loudly we are remembered...
It must snow, no silent sky
Because it is—well, Christmas today...