Glass House: The Good Mother.
Cheapish grins across their face...

Warned the night before,
Entitled to her will...

The end of the rainbow.
Red lips upon mine...

Pencils.
Perfectly aligned with beauty...

I'd lie.
Seldom do you hear the words of the dead...

As cold as you.
Dreary thoughts tremble...

Stormy nights the thunder sounds,
breaking trees from the grounds...

It really is a
Type of gender I...

Your dreams too far away
I can't seem to grasp reality...

Sometimes the unexplained is better than the...
Sometimes the fugitives are better than those not...

The phone rings, I run for the door.
Headed for a safer place than...

Blotted pink wax upon a glassy surface.
Solid memories are held within...