back_when_i_was_young Death of a Rose i remember sneaking along side of a girls house (she knew i was coming, for all you jump to conclusions people), scraping my hand accidently on the clapboard siding, paint flaking off in patches. using the light from her window to guide my step. tapping on her window. breathless at the thought of the parents catching me, but just wanting to talk with her. 040323 what's it to you? who go blather from