Liz Homola:
black is always leaking through my mind
Liz Homola:
what do you stay to do? I saw the worst of you.
Liz Homola:
you are just like an avalanche, cold as I might have guessed.
Liz Homola:
nobody has gained or accomplished anything.
Liz Homola:
you rendered me, unprotected, my feet part, of the floor.
Liz Homola:
leave me.
Liz Homola:
moth.
Liz Homola:
wilted away are our summer dreams.
Liz Homola:
behind.
Liz Homola:
into the death.
Liz Homola:
so why is it that everything in my life seems to so perfectly fall apart right before me?
Liz Homola:
solitude.
Liz Homola:
better.
Liz Homola:
always there.
Liz Homola:
dead letters.
Liz Homola:
caged in, let out.
Liz Homola:
sorry.
Liz Homola:
i will wait for you.
Liz Homola:
strike 2.
Liz Homola:
Picture 372
Liz Homola:
i guess my love was not enough.
