"Borne out of a painful break up. The loss of that first love has lingered for me."
you are a shard of glass, cut betweenthe palms of my hands.cutting deep, and surginginto my veins.the bitter smell of blood... haunting my taste forreality. you are a scar, white,sensitive to the touch.pure as the sleeping child who stilldreams there are,...
You felt it So did IWe both know what it wasA sound that isn’t heard Signals the end of love A mating call reversedCoupling undoneA sound that isn’t heardThat says we’re not in love A note that speaks of emptinessLike...
It's late at night and still the music throbsInto the halls and empty rooms of grief.She plays it loud enough to drown her sobs.I'm leaving soon and so I make it brief.The end is often longer than the start.Our life...
