Words written in verses, they appeal.
Sung about in songs you feel...

Snow melting, water dripping, drop by drop.
Soon those drops begin to build on the one before...

Regrets,
what ifs borne of...

Hate.
Vicious...

Lights turned down low, candles are lit,
casting flickering shadows upon the wall...

Distance that we cannot traverse.
So near yet so far, makes it worse...

Passion is dead,
killed by indifference...

Me too, you too, what are we gonna do.
Never a time to talk, share our thoughts, I am...

In response to Shelley's, "Music, When Soft...
Voices quieted, music no longer heard...

Never have I seen your face nor heard your voice,
they are only images in nightly dreams...

Three little words, "I am sorry",
minuscule, yet significant...

Crystals ever so fine, spun sugar, cotton candy.
Color added to make it divine, pleasing to the...