She sang of a tortured heart, of innocence lost at childhood and crying blood at the foot of heaven’s door for someone
Numb to these feelings
And sometimes I catch myself begging my head to save me from the foolishness of my heart. — 1:29 (how much pain can we hold in before we explode?)
Clipped Wings and Fallen Angels
This same pain again
Our love is like the wave of the ocean....
she is most beautiful when she laughs
body of work
catch. hold. release.