Why am I crying? What am I doing on the floor? Why do I care if he cares anymore? My golden glory is gone and my dress of virgin white. He was a ride where I sat down and could only hold on tight. Dreaming of a future, I never saw his past. If I had an ounce of integrity I'd have known it wouldn't last. He robbed me of my innocence, carried it off in a black bag of starry dust. And If I'd opened my deluded eyes, I'd have seen his face of lust. When I wasn't looking my gaurdian angel slipped out the back door. And virtue and purity surround me no more. Climbing up a staircase to a ray of redeeming light, wishing I would have known the boy was never worth the fight. Wading in confusion, lost in broken thoughts, thinking of the lacking love nothing could have bought. His intentions were an icicle, my aura was all afire. How was I to ever know malice was nowhere near desire. Cradle me with love dear, mend my broken heart. Tell me that this nightmare has no ending and no start.

These are just some things I have written for whatever reason. Some of them I am fond of, others I am not.