The night was dark and stormy,
as a vacant-faced girl...

I wish I could take back that moment
when I gave you my broken halo...

With a secret smile,
I draw my heart on paper with my blood...

I listen to the lyrics
as they encourage me to try and avert disaster...

I wish you could steal my eyes
so you could see how much...

I never thought she could have
a colder heart than mine...

I thought I couldn't live without you,
but perhaps I believed I would never have to...

It's hard to believe that this time last year
we were building a concrete love...

Nobody sees
the inside report...

I wonder where you are tonight
and if I ever cross your mind...

This poem is not distracted by metaphors and rhyme...
because this black ink is speaking...

Sometimes on those winter afternoons,
a crisp frost on the ground...