words form the distant whispers
I want to fall on her pages...

these whispering words spark life
with no end...

Memos to a Lost Love
Yesterdays, I saw you standing underneath a blue...

the color red is so romantic
I don't know why...

ever lay upon daring swings
is why we sway to and fro...

echoing distant sounds
if I screamed would she hear the uproar...

red is a romantic color
red is me...

I'm the color red
its more than a sunrise...

Leaving lather on the floor, is the best way to...
Oh, a whimper, a simple sound for nothing echoes...

i
let me lay waste the final tapestry...

i
I may never understand...

We left the lather on the floor, my shower was...
Oh, As I was left speechless. Not knowing where to...