I trust you.

TOKEN.

I’m not mean, I just want to prove a point.

The whole me is left in bed, almost dead I guess but I travel to a better world whole and in one piece. Before I’m Broken… which is here I fear because no one loves the whole me, hell not even the pieces and how could anyone call that liking or loving…

For "Her."
Written: December 2002.

A wonderful secret that cannot be told just yet.

A great person will always be remembered by the people who loved them.

Everybody has the right to change their minds.

Love that is unspoken can do damage, it doesn’t matter whether it is felt or not. Sometimes those three little words need to be said.

He gave me a memory. I kept it.