Mountains may never slither through slim cracks,
And perhaps the wind's howling will never cease to...

Hey, you in the blue
with the bright red shoes...

A wilting rose once poised with such elegance,
Now taken by hate hanging by loose threads...

Upon the frosty tops
of snowed dipped mountains tips...

A world that
I never thought tame...

Its hard not to hate when its venom
runs its course through one's veins...

We know life by its reflection of the past;
Mirrored in deep waters once still but...

One million and one stars,
each one carrying a dream...

I can not think of a time where I've longed for a...
so abundant they are yet they come and go...

"Have a heart" they say, but I have had
one too many, each full and misunderstood...

Made not of salt, nor streaked with bleek,
instead I find them soft and sweet...

My tears are such spareful creatures;
so abundant they are in times of great sorrow...