• I walk to the love door when I knock she push me away, falling falling I fall from her words "I hate you, stop talking to me." darker the light gets I fall deeper I fall the night is day day is night around and around it flys when I look up I can see her smiling as she drop a a penny off her chair it fall and strick me like falling sword, agin and agin laughing as she cut me up. as my darkness coverd me, I find a angle floting hight above me as my eyes open and my hart mended she walk away singing a sone of my hart,
    "I walk as she coldly made me fall wondering if I could find a love that is pure, then i find a person that would hold me." her smile would light a room up.