Her dog's an angel
with a pit bull gene mixed in...
I can't stay the favourite girl in solitary...
becoming the piece of creation you had beyond a...
Give me the boring
and I'll thrive on it...
Forgive me my Lord I have been lost
Every border and boundary I crossed...
In the village of Heydon,
a civil parish of Norfolk, England...
The pitiful blossoming,
Unquenchably craved...
You convinced yourself that I would belong to you
always and forever...
That orange flashing light
May not be blue or red...
His touch was like a siren that rang alarm bells...
His secret surprises becoming more suspicious...
It's ok to feel
It's ok to create...
Do you crave me to care that your fear is keeping...
sleeping through fear is easier said than done...
There used to be so much sorrow behind these eyes...
a lonely girl passing away into the inviting black...