However, I Can Read Hers- She'll Be

How Sad. How Frightening. To Be Filled With So Much Hate That You Could Not Even Rejoice In The Healing Of A Child...how Did Anyone Ever Come To That Point?

Hey, Rosalie? Do You Know How To Drown A Blonde? Stick A Mirror To The Bottom Of A Pool.

"happy Birthday," He Sighed, And Leaned Down To Touch His Lips To Mine. I Reached Up On My Toes To Make The Kiss Last Longer When He Pulled Away. He Smiled My Favorite Crooked Smile, And Then He Disappeared Into The Darkness.

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.

Sometimes You Have To Learn To Love What's Good For You.