Echo, The Death Of A Sound That

Poppies Bleed Petals Of Sheer Excess. You And I, This Sweet Battle Ground.

If This Was A Sandalwood Pyre She Would Have Thrown Herself In And This Paper She'd Become Would Have Caught Fire And She And Him Could Sail Away Like Two Birds.

Don't Attach Yourself To Anyone Who Shows You The Least Bit Of Attention Because You're Lonely. Lonliness Is The Human Condition. No One Is Ever Going To Fill That Space. The Best Thing You Can Do It Know Yourself... Know What You Want.

She Wanted To Wake Up Like Dorothy And See Michael's Face Peering Over The Side Of The Bed, Laughing. Why, You Just Hit Your Head. But It Was Not A Dream And There Was No Kansas And He Was Never Coming Back.

...i Was Tired Of Men. Hanging In Doorways, Standing Too Close, Their Smell Of Beer Or Fifteen-year-old Whiskey. Men Who Didn't Come To The Emergency Room With You, Men Who Left On Christmas Eve. Men Who Slammed The Security Gates, Who Made You Love Them And Then Changed Their Minds.