Sometimes She Wore Levi's With White-suede Fringe

Maybe Her Own Tears Were The Poison That Made Her Grow.

The Wishes Might Not Come True The Way You Think They Will, Not Everything Will Be Perfect, But Love Will Come Because It Always Does, Because Why Else Would It Exist And It Will Make Everything Hurt A Little Less. You Just Have To Believe In Yourself.

Think Of Your Pain Like A Bunch Of Red Roses, A Beautiful Thorn Necklace. Everyone Has One.

L.a. Kills People.' Jacaranda Said. 'you're Lucky You're Leaving. You'll Be Able To Write.' She Looked Paler, Going Through Another Depression, Smoking In Bed In Her Lilac Room. The Walls Were The Color Of Her Veins. She Was Getting Too Thin, Even For The Modeling. . .jacaranda Died Last Winter When The Flowering Trees Were Bare. You Couldn't Even Tell Which Ones Once Cried The Purple Blossoms She Named Herself After.

But Be Careful; Sand Is Already Broken But Glass Breaks. The Shoes Are For Dancing, Not Running Away.