See, I used to own a
heart but even that...

I knew you were mine
when you reflected the...

Scratching my window pane,
drawing a road map of insanity...

I might be a bit forgetful;
but I am sure I gave it to...

I think that my subconscious still
keeps some traces of your memory...

I know that I sometimes act so cold
But this never means that I am bold...

Dear diary, please
make sure he comes to visit...

Once upon a time, in that old castle
It was filled with love, joy and laughter...

Why do people always fail to see ?
the mysterious warmth of this feeling...

Even my poetry now seems
to find a way to miss you...

How can you start?
When you don't know...

How could I forget his eyes?
He once gave me that look...