As i see the sun sink from the sky
it makes me wanna cry...

In a lovely land
you stand...

I write poems about angel wings
and all the loveliest...

To whom it may concern;
i didn't mean to take the knife...

Hypocrite
why do you keep talking...

Soft
like the spot...

Sweet dreams burning through the air
can you taste them on your tongue...

Oh, silly boy,
my heart...

A hiccuped laugh escapes from you
and suddenly i know...

Stronger than perceived to be,
even when she's a bleeding mess...

Oh, lovely spring rain,
realistic chill in the air...

We're making up names
for our silly little...