She works hard
Making dreams bigger than anything she'll ever...

"I'm sorry" was all they could say
Regardless of their good intentions...

With eyes fixed on the prey
The predator shifts his weight...

I used to be a poet
And I'd spill everything onto the page...

Trash all your cities
Murder your people...

The night is lonely
The cold air brushes its fingers across my skin...

His words were bullets
Tearing holes in her defences...

The days tell tales
Upon your face...

She burned her bridges
And cried softly as the ash melted into the waves...

Walking to school
Her feet stutter...

I have never been good at letting go of the past
I walk round with a constant taste of nostalgia...

There was this guy
He was taking a hike...