Why Must I Be Lonely In Love?

As We Hang Beneath The Heavens, And We Hover Over Hell, Our Hearts Become The Instruments We Learn To Play So Well.

She Said She Married An Architect, Who Kept Her Warm And Safe And Dry. She Would Like To Say She Loved The Man, But She Didn't Like To Lie.

Storybook Endings Never Appear. They're Just 'someone's' Way Of Leading Us Here.

Wealthy The Spirit That Knows Its Own Flight. Stealthy The Hunter Who Slays His Own Fright. Blessed The Traveler Who Journeys The Length Of The Light

I Love To Laugh, It's My Main Thing. I Love To Abuse The English Language.