She's drowning her tears trying to breathe

But suffocating because she can't find any air

She falls down an abyss, hoping to never return to the surface

All because of a broken heart.

A boy came into view, a boy who held all her dreams

Swept her away when she fell in love with his candy-sweet words

He declared ardent love for her and he said he'd never leave her.

He said he fell in love with the way she looked at him.

Chapter Two: Queen among the Narcissi
 
Blood stained Julian’s clothes, and he could do nothing about it. Caked mud had helped until it dried and fell away in chunks.
Goodness knew Julian had spent enough time in mud, trying to bury the old one with all the mourning rites he remembered. He had memorized quite a few in the time he had had to think about death—too much time out of his life.  
I never asked his name.

Prologue:
Tristan’s triceps stained as he crossed his broadswords over his head. He inhaled and watched the dust settle around his feet.
“Are you man enough to fight a youth of sixteen?” jeered a spectator.
“Sixteen? The dirty whelp looks fifteen,” Tristan’s opponent laughed.
Tristan arched an eyebrow, surprised that neither knew that he was thirteen.
The dust churned again as the older man aimed his sword at Tristan's heart and lunged. “I’ll show him for a fight!”

26. The Tragedy of the Marble Cat
This marble cat sits
On a marble windowsill,
Watching everlasting asphalt streets.
On marble haunches,
Teases metal cars
With its sleek, cold grace.
Lifelike marble tail,
Slender as hairless stone can be,
Almost seems to swing,
With a touch of imagination.
Bright emerald eyes wink,
Almost intelligently.
But not for all the imagination in the world
Will this marble cat ever
Catch a single real mouse.

27.
I dreamed a dream of sunshine

Straight off the door next morning, I said: "Noah Webster published his first dictionary in 1828." (I had done a bit of research.)
Wygate was, again, writing at his desk. Without looking up, he said, "That would have been more impressive had it come yesterday."
"Mr. Webster might have put off publishing to suit you—indeed, who wouldn’t try to suit you?—but could standardized spelling have withstood the delay?"

16.
Two people dance and sway in the night
The boy tells the girl to look in his eyes
In his arms, she trembles and tries not cry
She knows it’s the last night they’ll have in this life
-so close-
The girl watches this dream, wonders who they are
Then she sees herself, and he’s holding her heart
She never knew how much pain it would bring them to part
Not ‘til the moment under the stars…

17.
Mercy so relentless it died a criminal’s death
Love so jealous it overcame every rival for her heart

Part Two:

It was Sunday, and Holly hadn’t seen Thomas since last week’s Desiring God class. That alone was unusual and disappointing at best, and disconcerting at worst, because (as I’ve mentioned previously) he usually came over at least once to help her out, talk, or lend a book. (She had been too busy to stop by to see him.)

He usually sat next to her, but in Sunday school he purposely sat away. Holly was stunned and hurt; she hardly heard a word of Riley’s lesson.

Is he angry with me?

Her name was Brighid O'Grady
she was the blacksmith's daughter
she had hair like sunshine and eyes like the sea
and her heart was lost on the second son of the carpenter
his name was Tommy MacMaster
and he was everything a man should be

Brighid O'Grady
she went to Mass every morning
she gave her heart to Jesus and took His in return
and when he didn't have to deliver something into town
she saw Tommy MacMaster
and that never failed to make her day

Brighid O'Grady

6.
To keep yourself warm
You have one golden ember
How do you make it to April
When it’s only December?

Did I read the stories wrong
Were all the old songs untrue
The tapestries woven, long and grand
Told endings that I thought would be
I didn't think that I would stumble
Or get lost within my feelings

Yet Love, dressed in her gown of red and white
Danced before my eyes, transfixing my gaze
Passion pushed me near her,
I took her hand in mine,
With her I danced for hours as the stars shined
Joy sweeping through me like a warm summer's breeze,
Nothing as sweet as when I kissed her soft cheek