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Good Fortune Means Nothing

So, that the rose might never die. A sorrow my eyes should never wish to behold, of forty winters past. Love that is not love. Your honesty, nothing more than rejection of a ruined love. Just another love song with no more reason. The sunset glow of your naked...

If Dreams Are Like Movies, Then Memories Are Like Ghosts

Don't let this lack of air break your train of thought. Think back to those three little words you loved to say so much. The lullaby of your still beating heart. Parade me through your consciousness. Fall to your knees, no "thank you"'s necessary. It's just a...

Johnny Utah's On Case

Deny me of this pleasure yet again, just another slit throat in the end. This thing called loved is way overrated. I forgot just how perfect you were with your glassy eyed stare and pale blue skin, all tucked away in my closet. Do you remember the time we danc...

The Endless Chain Of Tedious Days

You know that thing that you do, die, that lights up my eyes. This is your last chance. No more pretending that I am not a victim. Wake up, give up, your convictions. You gave up your convictions. How I'd love to tell you how beautiful you look under the water...

The New England Holiday

Drowning in the beauty, I wish I didn't have to think about you anymore. These red cloth petals bleed. I'm whispering goodnight kisses on your cheek. Lately I can't seem to believe we are the dead. These windows with their promises seem to change the scenery b...

Women And Children First

A beauty adorned of Eden's ashes, a soul stripped bare. Why must you tear at my wings? You are who are more beautiful when it's cold and raining. It is the snow which brings me closer to your lips. Now you're running away from me. My only memory is the lipstic...

You've Changed The Color Of Autumn (To A Deeper Shade Of Red)

Is this the end of all? Or just one of those new beginnings? Ya baby where's the irony, in leaving me with nothing. Nothing more than a lovers tryst, nothing more than that one last kiss. You know the one you stole from me when you said goodbye. Sometimes burn...