When You're In Bed, You're Dead

Love- The Infatuation Kind- 'he's So Handsome, She's So Beautiful'- That Can Shrivel. As Soon As Something Goes Wrong, That Kind Of Love Can Fly Out The Window.

I Love You Every Day, Mom

She Felt Worthless And Hollow. There Was No Hope Of Fixing This. And When Hope Is Gone, Time Is Punishment.

You Are Not Your Past.

Accept Who You Are; And Revel In It.