We met back in high school, and somehow we both...
The love we were feeling was a love forever true...
I thought it was complacency
Stole my passion for the dramatic...
First, the snow does,
as your favorite...
I don’t have space
for grief...
Staring at your lifeless body
Laid so peacefully in the casket...
If you make room for me,
I'll live...
Upon my arm I wear my heart
Its tears run red, my grief runs fast...
....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
Such a gloomy place
Rubbles are scattered everywhere...
The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...
The owl came last night
it’s never been before...
Here's a little story, about a little girl,
Once her eyes, were the brighest of them all...