August 25th, 2004

This doesnt make sense// its meant to be this way// don't assume.

I can be your rose petal// thrown against the wall. i believe in thorns...Just making the beauty that much more mysterious. ||Put me in a vase// //Watch me die with time... or let my thorns cut you. so that I can become/// ur own worst memory. ||For I shall not let you forget me... I shall never die... & for all the love & happiness & beauty I ever brought to your room, let it flow & end @ the_base_of_your_tears..each tear//new are my staining memory, as I will forever die and be yours. each one a new scar... because thats the dear beauty i shall forever leave... on your forming skin, my mark...|| never to be erased for good.

I'll never end thee