"I was amazed that they had so much to talk about. From the second they saw each other, there was constant laughing and sarcasm and commentary, something connecting them that pulled taut or fell limp with each thought spoken. Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless."

you write such pretty words, but life's no storybook

all she's asking is for a little more time, to walk away from his anger and leave her bruises far behind. she won't talk about it, she's made up her mind. but as the front door shuts behind her she whispers, "give me a sign."

you were an island and I passed you by

I always have this fear that one day you are going to discover that I'm not as great as you once thought I was

Just because he’s addictive doesn’t mean he’s worth keeping around

Well things have been kind of heavy these days, trying to figure out which road to take. There is many decisions to be made, and the only time I feel okay is when I'm in your arms.