The mirror is my world

Showing fragments of my heart

Just the ghost of a girl

Her reason for breathing sleeping sound in one arm,

A cigarette in her right hand

And her eyes, such a deeper shade of blue

Living every day just to get by to the next


'I probably wouldn't be this way.'

If only she'd had more time.

'there's never enough room for regrets, my dear.'"

s.n.w. 10:22pm April 10th, 2007