Mistakes are a burden we must bear
when they are made...

Many quarrels end
with rocks being bashed...

It's the same story over and over again.
A story as old as last year's trash...

When I wake up in the morning,
the one thing I think of is you...

Nearly every moment I was with you,
I was blue...

Born alone
and have lived alone...

Poetry,
a hidden...

Peer
is often a complicated, driving force...

Pain in my heart runs red
splattering everywhere in my path...

Art is creation
in every form...

When we first met in High School,
we were cool...

My love is a dream
that will never shine...