There was a girl whose comfort shape was circles...
She loved them so much she loved a boy with...
Her porcelain dress caught in the wind,
pulling away from all that consumes the mangled...
If you look into my eyes,
And I allow you to see...
Every time I close my eyes
I still see you looking at me...
With the leaves from the trees I'm changing
All around me rearranging...
We are survivors of these vicious shark attacks,
grabbed suddenly at our weakest moment...
would you do it
if I asked...
I was with someone new,
Still thinking about you...
Hope is misplaced faith that
your heart will continue...
He just disappeared.
as the water remained still...
Hey,
It’s me...
You broke your pen in half,
a year ago...