Sometimes we lose
When we wanted to win...

Snow is
beautiful...

Curse this restlessness
I lay here entertaining my mind...

I am perpetually waiting for my knight in shining...
White horse, bright lights, and fields of flowers...

It would have been nice to warn me
A little forewarning perhaps...

Where have you gone?
Because I do not feel you anymore...

I always seem to find myself
Retracing your footsteps...

All journeys toward love have
Predisposition for failure...

I am leaving you with the image of....
Taillights fading in the distance...