The Nearest I'd Come To Feeling Anything

Find Someone Who Will Tremble For Your Touch, Someone Whose Fingers Are A Poem.

She Was Not Used To Being Cruel, But He Had Taught Her How.

I'm Always Looking For Something New And Interesting To Say. And It Can't Be Something I'm Directly Experiencing.

She Was Sitting Cross-legged On Her Bed In Her White Kimono, Writing In A Notebook With An Ink Pen She Dipped In A Bottle. 'never Let A Man Stay The Night,' She Told Me. 'dawn Has A Way Of Casting A Pall On Any Night Magic.' The Night Magic Sounded Lovely. Someday I Would Have Lovers And Write A Poem After.

Who Are You? The Band Sang. I Tried To Remember But I Really Couldn't Say.