She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

i tried to salvage it.
but i guess it wasnt meant to be.
maybe i really was holding you back.
so now i've become a sacrifice.
i miss your voice, your laughter and your comfort.
those eyes of yours used to bring me
uncontrollable laughter and joy.
but why is it that i now see nothing but sadness. back to top?