a silhouette of loneliness

" These our that I stare
Into a lantern red
I hear that train at night
Give promises of light

Was I loved enough
To believe in us
Silhouettes
Dancing ghosts

As that goes through my mind
Falling far behind
I knew it would end this way
But I chose it anyway

Was I taken up
To your empty G.O.D.
Your haunted voice
Singing ghost

This first winter, I, I can't pretend
That I didn't know what you were
When you walked into my door "


"you should be hated here by now

no one knows
this was the prettiest lie that i told tonight

it's been the prettiest lie that i told all year

the unmade bed inside the room

where i don't feel comfortable at all

where blankets stare at me for hours
and i stare right back so self righteously"

" . . . Love is when I'm lost.. not when I'm found
Love is how it's lost .. not how it's found . . . "