Wishes that he would give her something to write about again, but alas, he has frosted her with loneliness...and it's no fun to write about that.
Dancing around in her mind. Trying to find the words.
That feeling flutters in her heart again.
She gave him everything she had.
Wishes he could understand who she is.
If only he was man enough to accept the fact that he cares...
instead of running from the way he feels.



Musing "Oh how pathetic her love life is..."
Her best friend became her first,
addicted to dangerous games.
Black becomes her.
Of all absurdities but it suits.
She makes mourning lovely.
Precious little sighs, beautiful when she cries.