"Hello?" "Yes, this is she." "WHAT?! MY BOOK WAS PUBLISHED?!"
You walked out again...
What more is there to say?
Words are not enough,
to ever make you stay.
"How's Black different from Pink?" She asked, her EYES vacant.
Clear headed for a moment, she remembers, cries, then forgets.
art is what I create from the mess you leave behind after ruining me.
We taught a computer to think; we brought it from inanimation to near-life. We expected a cheery hello, but when we flipped the switch, it screamed and begged to die.
I was fine with the yelling, it is to be expected with three roommates.
Now that I live alone, it is much more unsettling.
I'd die for lots of people.
For you, I'd live.
He managed a joyful face,
Just so she would dance.
"He is now your son." said the judge. Life begins.