She Was Not Used To Being Cruel,

She Was Not Used To Being Cruel, But He Had Taught Her How.

If This Was A Sandalwood Pyre She Would Have Thrown Herself In And This Paper She'd Become Would Have Caught Fire And She And Him Could Sail Away Like Two Birds.

That Was What She Really Wanted. To Forget So Thoroughly She'd Never Have Another Memory Again, The Bitter So Bitter You Gave Up The Sweet.

When You Started Thinking It Was Easy, You Were Forgetting What It Cost.

I Thought Clay Must Feel Happy In The Good Potter's Hand.