Bittersweet memories echo down an endless hall,
Silence surrounds slowly as the trail becomes...

When a man cried over a girl,
He was kind, gentle with a love so strong...

I am so happy,
I could dance...

To fail is to leap,
Leap across a mountain peak...

Dreaming is so much better than reality,
Sweet violins echoing in the distance...

Sometimes in the darkness of an empty room,
One is stuck thinking of how life could be...

What is a poet?
Is it someone with a bunch of failed dreams...

What makes the world spin?
Is it happiness and shared kisses...

Watching you walk away,
Tears cascading down these pale cheeks...

Remember when we were best friends?
We could do anything together...