Broken Angel

We were just two odd teenagers, laughing in the park at midnight in our homecoming attire. We were in our own little world, and no one else could enter except us.

Falling In December

Somewhere inside of the both of us, we still had a spark of hope that she'd live to tell the story of how she defeated cancer. We both hoped she'd live long enough to fall in love. We both hoped she'd live long enough to see me fall in love. We both hoped she'd live long enough to truly say she had lived. But I ne...