Red hair, sparkles train,
Snow white falling round her steps,
Diamonds from the sky.

Feathers twitching twigs,
Leaves drop, black cat rustling,
Gnomes in the garden.

Her eyes were cold sun,
Red hair shouts our love undone,
Maple leaves falling.

song held in morning
echos across summers mist
splash a loon dives in

I'm done I don't need anymore reasons.
I'm sick of this feeling I need some of your pleasing.
I think I'll wright a note, or just come out and stop teasing.
I want to be with you.
And I could give you what you need too.

I think I have some kind of energy
or gravitational pull
It fuels people
and attracts them to me.
I don't understand it
because I want to be
as far away from myself
as humanly possible.
But someone once told me
that I am not really a human at all
I believed her.

I think I'll sleep for a few days.
I can't handle thinking about you anyway.
The only thing I would like to do is walk to you.
Sadly I can't even talk to you.
For me love inst a happy thing.
It's a tainted thing.
A brutal sting.