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