Notebooks filled with thoughts of love.
Words penned in secret ink...

Five is not a time for tears,
A time for death, a time for fears...

What have we here? A fear of Rejection?
Yet others are awed by her soft cream complexion...

Pretty little liar.
Her family cannot tell...

Perfect is what we aim for, though it's an uphill...
Perfect makes it better, when nothing's going...

Haunted High School.
Corpses hang...

It's hard to feel so helpless,
When your Best Friend's falling through...

Competing with the competition,
You trip. You fall. You stumble...

Love makes you soar.
Like a bird, above clouds...

"Tell me a story"
She's asking for news...

Instead of frowning
at what I am...

You told her you loved her.
She believed it, you know...