I'm Just A Friendly Bystander Who They

Last Night It Had Been My Father Who Had Finally Said It: "she’s Never Coming Home." A Clear And Easy Piece Of Truth That Everyone Who Had Ever Known Me Had Accepted. But He Needed To Say It, And She Needed To Hear Him Say It.

Our Only Kiss Was Like An Accident- A Beautiful Gasoline Rainbow.

Loss Could Be Used As A Measure Of Beauty In A Woman.

Every Day A Question Mark.

I Think You Only Learn What Kind Of Personality You Have By Committing To Things.