When you're crying
and you can't help but frown...

I try to hold your fragile heart
in my gentle hands...

The louder he screams
the less she hears...

Candy cane kisses slip on the breeze
as the bells sing to their own tune...

In a graveyard of lovers
an angel cries...

I could always promise you a poem,
or take a photograph or two...

In my garden
the lillies grow...

A knock at my door
pull myself up off the floor...

Stifling emotion of lips sewn together,
unable to scream, unable to bite...

The click clack of heels upon empty streets,
echoing as though through twisting corridors...

I am...
I am fifteen years, one month, and six days old...

It's too easy to cry
when you're laughing in the rain...