I was innocent of love
and all its components.
Then I met you on a summer may,
And I'll keep my feelings locked in my heart,
...
'A rock star.' she claimed.
'I'll be one.'
Where is she?
100 miles away.
...
Everything I write is for him.
Evreything he wrote
was for her.
and I think thats what shoots me.
...
Do cats have secret lives?
why is it that they wait till night.
Do they have something to hide?
...
I don't talk much anymore.
My eyes will do that for me.
Of how I've pained
and life's redundancy has become a bore.
...