The Nearest I'd Come To

This Is What Happens When You Fall In Love. You're Looking At A Natural Disaster.

My Loneliness Tasted Like Pennies.

After All The Fears, The Warnings, After All, A Woman's Mistakes Are Different From A Girl's. They Are Written By Fire On Stone. They Are A Trait And Not An Error.

Like A Kid Kicked Out Of Class. Humiliated And Free.

She Would Be Half A Planet Away, Floating In A Turquoise Sea, Dancing By Moonlight To Flamenco Guitar.