Love is A Lot of Things
The fights, the words, the tears...

My Love
Slam a door, swear or yell...

He was quiet when he was born
in fact he was quiet all his life...

He always knows when to hold her hand
and when to brush his palms against her cheek...

He had hit rock bottem
forced to starve out on the lonely street...

Dedicated to *~W/i`L?e F.i,R"e...

When there is no one Else
When there is no one else...

Dead Love
By Leah Dahl...

Institution.
It was as if her sorrow was precipitation...

When I'm the sunset
that you forgot to see...

Here in another immortal wound
lays the sweet beat of my heartless dove...

I remember this one particular day
I was daddy's girl, he gave me a Chevrolet. It was...