It is said for all the sad words of tongue or pen...
The saddest are these, 'What might have...
=Drums=
Every time you sent some messages...
Hard to believe
ten years have passed...
Merely obsessive, I become
as I look deep into his lust...
My life is like a never-ending tunnel
It is a terrifying place to be in...
I need a fairy I can trust
to sprinkle me with fairy dust...
Heat emanates and without an emulsifier,
love falls apart...
I have traveled
around the sun...
I try so hard
To forget your smile...
On a summer sea
an ocean of promise swelled...
Maybe I was the ocean, come crashing in,
and you were the stream, undisturbed on a quiet...
These nights, love comes easily.
The air is honey-thick and steeped with Spring...