You brought me through unscathed after undergoing the unimaginable
I’ve grown accustomed to anticipating the unidentified inevitable.
She thought she’d lost it all... until the truth broke her fall.
Your amnesia must be contagious, because suddenly I don’t recall what I saw in you.
My days have been dreary and my nights, frenzied.
I have no desire to impersonate perfection.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, you gotta go.
I’ve collected the broken remnants of disdain and begun to reassemble my aspirations.
She sat quietly in the bullpen reflecting on her crime.
Let your words float from those beautiful lips with virtue