Life can change you,
twist you...
I write with
wounded ink...
Living in harmony
I'm afraid we will never achieve...
Look inside the locket,
there's a girl, almost seven...
The fight is about to begin,
And the foe is within me...
When looking at the puzzle
Of the jigsaw that I solved...
Indian summers
make us wheeze, cacophonies...
Beautiful Brookside
in all your brown-eyed lovers...
I long for something with passion,
Dripping out the seams...
Jailbreak
I once built a wall...
I have a few addictions
Italian food...
Your love was plain
like waves in shallow water...