When did it become important in my life tocount all the white lines on the road,wash my hands thirty-seven timesor to do other silly thingsto keep the..
A piece of me died that night.You asked me so many questions,you asked me if I was alright.You wondered if I could be in your possession,if I always c..
Twisted words.Thoughts in a slur.You said no but I think you really meant yes.You left me nonetheless.Your eyes were filled with affection,your blue e..
I see pictures from a time that never escaped.Pictures of a town that never lived, never was shaped.Pictures of the sun setting behind the clock tower..
It's the boy with the smile.A smile different from anything you've seen.A smile shown off with grace and style,but still it's bittersweet like a tange..