She told me I could have everlasting dreams of...
There is no better feeling than that of another...

When we find the way we always lose ourselves...
Madness... insanity all these things are found...

I never wanted pain that came with a package
you don't get to choose what you get when you...

A witness to my own feelings and yet I could never...
The torn notebook pages from my later work, carry...

What moments are lost in a book with forgotten...
Were we fools for wanting anything more than what...

A year ago from today and yet memories of you are...
I never knew what words to say like flowers...

I'd like to say
Somewhere beneath...

When I say we had our time
I didn't mean I was content with your death...

We were moments in the pocket of our comforter
And I've seen my share of pain...

Far like the moon
and distant of reach like moments before...