Rose, are you willing to forget?
How can I stand on his porch step...

There are days when the highway sure seems
like a safer place than the lingering four walls...

What would happen if the sun never came up in the...
And if we never had that warmth, that nice...

I contemplate as I stare
at the vigilant eye of an angel...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

I always appear to be roaming,
though sometimes the world in front of me...

I think these days it is too simple
to fall into blame, cursing our life...

"It's good that you love so profoundly. You...

My dried eyes wake to pronounced silence
permeating the atmosphere with a dead song...

What I miss the most
is finally feeling safe enough...

If only I was your child, who dreamed
for morning stars to trail along midnight's...

Half of me wishes
it could have softer skin...