I told you once that calendar
pages never marked new...

I think you lead me to
the verge of insanity...

Have you wondered
what a broken memory...

Dark hues of winter
mornings are still...

Of all the
things you could've asked...

As
the big...

The memory of him
tracing doodles of...

She
would give...

Before love came, she already
knew that its arrival would...

To understand what
love is; never break a heart...

All there was was
the rain pouring and...

No longer reflecting the
face of its beholder; once...