titles

gotta jot these down somewhere

headfirst into heartbreak

lessons on breathing

handprint on my heart

comet pulled from orbit

halfway through the wood

bittersweet cafe

re: written

running through

scratches

falling free

arms back, knees bent

shaking windows

the last love song

is lying the start of love?

driftwood

my optimistic philosophy

at least I'll be naive

then I won't grow old