I want books, And I want to have a little picnic, In the winter sun, While I read them, And eat segments of oranges, In the glowing...

Things you said at 1 AM: Are you up? Slept? How was your day? Can I call you? Which song? Send me a song Send blog I'm claiming it How...

I cannot look at him, But he can look at my almost tear filled eyes, He can hear the quiver in my voice, He can listen to the desperation...

Maybe one day, I will write again, For someone else, And maybe then, I will miss you a little less, Than today and every other day, When...

If you think, I will be one of them, Who exists just to smile, And shut up when there's a crime, Then you don't really know me, Do you,...

Who am I to write on her, She's the one who writes always, But if you ask me what I think of her, This is from my perspective. She's...