My loneliness tasted like pennies.
I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.
To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.
She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.
If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?