I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who

I Never Realized That The Blue Sky I Saw Was Not The Soft, Nurturing Sky Of Spring, But The Cold, Chilling, Lonely Sky Of Winter

Promises Are Lies Wrapped In Pretty Ribbons -cinnamon

Love, When It Came And Knocked On My Door, Was Going To Be Enough. And That Unknown Author Who'd Written That If You Had Fame, It Was Not Enough, And If You Had Wealth As Well, It Was Still Not Enough, And If You Had Fame, Wealth, And Also Love ... Still It Was Not Enough - Boy, Did I Feel Sorry For Him.

Time Doesn't Heal Scars As Most People Commonly Think. It Simply Makes Them Firmer, Stiffer. One Must Accept It And Not Hope To Mend And Return To What He Or She Once Was.

I Don't Think She's Ever Coming Back.