He was blessed with
a wicked sense of humour...
My eyes are propped with matchsticks
I haven't slept for weeks...
I love how
Quickly you can...
We met upon
the internet...
Is it me or
Our friendshipGoing down the drain...
I gave you the best
Of the worst lies...
I can't write the words that leave you chilled.
My voice can't portray the emotions I feel...
The Long and Winding Road
Sometimes I see a ray of light...
If I could take back one moment
And let this emptyness go...
Memories are good,
Memories are bad...
I know I am not his daughter,
I know I am not his wife...
It appears, at least to me
That child-bearers who have passed from this world...