Missing you is torment to this dying heart everytime you leave. When you are around, you water me to to grow into a happy and forever devoted rose. You abandoned me again and cut me at the root. I cant… — Marissa Edler Copy Share Image
Here comes the sadness that I miss so much. That lonely aching comes from every touch. I've grown accustomed to the grays and blacks. Because they're always coming back... Sit down for supper, won't you dine with me. Or can't… — Say Anything Copy Share Image
