THE LAST CHAPTER OF OUR SAD DIARIES
How do I brand my issues, Tissues...

A BRAVE HEART IN THE GRAVEYARD
Spots no height to fright...

IT MELTS MY SENTIMENT...
Death removed you, to another destination...

I WILL NOT GIVE A DICTUM...
Let me discern you still care...

SEE YOU AROUND...
Each time I sight you...

MY TRUE SPUR...
You are my exact inspiration...

THY ART LOVER
Write the message...

THE CAVEAT TIMES
I advised you...

NOT BORN FROM THE ROYAL HOUSE
Each nocturnal, I lean closer...

CURVING BUT COMING
Maybe, accentuating is thy mind...

THE ARGUMENT MADE HARD...
There she goes...

GRANNY’S LAST BORN
Sweetheart, I do not have an upcoming...