She was just the girl with the loudest laugh in the room. Go ahead and help her escape, that was her weakness.
When it comes to small talk, she hasn't much to say. Simple and sweet, she'll mind her manners.
Hard working and benevolent, she just wanted to make a difference.
She was just the girl with a kindly head on her shoulders.

It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.

Looked at shades under the trees
Hanging under the leaves
Seem to move like the wonder of wind
Just forgetting my life
I pray you can share shadows
You see it striding in the evening
Or leaving the land in the fresh air
I show fear in a handful of promises
That fly away like refracted light
I will be your worst friend in heaven
Your best teacher

Memories
were made
to die,
like the sun
bid the moon
goodbye.

I confess.
I am in dyer need to hurt,
I miss the pain.

I admit,
i still cry every night.

I must say,
The dreams have never stopped.

But when, tell me when.
Will it stop?
When will these thought disappear,
Can I go too?