If You Hold A Bird Too Tightly,

Promises Are Lies Wrapped In Pretty Ribbons -cinnamon

There Is No Hate Such As That Born Out Of Love Betrayed- And My Brain Screamed Out For Revenge.

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

Beauty Thinks It Needs No Talent And Can Feed On Itself, So It Soon Dies.

Perhaps Lovers Aren't Supposed To Look Down At The Ground. That Kind Of Story Is Told In Symbols-and Earth Represents Reality, And Reality Represents Frustrations, Chance Illnesses, Death, Murder, And All Kinds Of Other Tragedies. Lovers Are Meant To Look Up At The Sky, For Up There No Beautiful Illusions Can Be Trampled Upon.