Katakismet:
they did not speak of love
Katakismet:
you have done something to me
Katakismet:
i shall never be the same
Katakismet:
she never thought goodbyes were good
Katakismet:
i blame disney for cinderella dreams
Katakismet:
she's an accident, waiting to happen
Katakismet:
lines of thought, barbed with regret
Katakismet:
and through the pen i speak
Katakismet:
no visitors to an empty table
Katakismet:
wisps of color, shadows of delite
Katakismet:
no, sir, i have no balloons
Katakismet:
how i spent my summer vacation
Katakismet:
jump, he said, and have faith
Katakismet:
fading and no one to notice
Katakismet:
in the mirror of the city
Katakismet:
windblown to the edge of hope
Katakismet:
she had not bargained for him
Katakismet:
bent intentions of baring your soul
Katakismet:
and the postman came bearing gifts
Katakismet:
no time for small talk pal
Katakismet:
empty bars, barren of playing voices
Katakismet:
she reached for her own reflection
Katakismet:
if he rings that doorbell again...
Katakismet:
she turned to face her stalk-er
Katakismet:
such luxurious provisions in spacious accommodations
Katakismet:
reluctantly he peeled away the layers
Katakismet:
only the white powder was missing...
Katakismet:
just me: no apologies. no excuses.
Katakismet:
she awaited the butterfly man's return...
Katakismet:
the reason she smiled was unclear
