She says she
doesn't remember...

But,
The horizon will always...

You're one of those
really good men...

You walked on my heart
spit on my pride...

Once upon time
a language...

Bring to me,
a bouquet of black roses...

The other day, I cut my leg
and the blood was red...

And what if
you're...

They are nights
I still wake up...

I know happy endings are like lavender moonstones
beautiful but very rare, I strive to keep hope...

I wish I could stand right here
and gush about how brave I am...

When I was growing up,
my aunt nor my mother...