I wore your promise on my finger for one year'll wear your name on my heart til I die Because you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

— Coco J. Ginger

Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her.

— Coco J. Ginger

My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.

— Coco J. Ginger

MY MOON'll always wonder what time it is there; if you're dreaming, or awake. My moon is your sun; my darkness, you're light. I'm in the future, you'd jokingly say. And I know where you are, because I'm watching you from the past.

— Coco J. Ginger

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

— Coco J. Ginger

She had missed him so long now, that the feeling had become a part of her. As each day passed, the missing distanced itself from her heart. One day she woke, and realized the missing was there, but the pain was gone. Missing without pain is tolerable. Pain linked to heartache is intolerable.

— Coco J. Ginger

…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

— Coco J. Ginger

She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life. She's a player, a heartbreaker, and now she breaks alone.

— Coco J. Ginger

She wanted to write to him. Tell him she was glad he was back, that he was alive, that he was home and safe. But words to him no longer fit right in her mouth. Words which belonged in his ownership were no longer hers to give. Silence was the only acceptable state her heart would grant. He would never know what he missed, because she refused to be heard in his presence. All the words he could have had, all the phrases he might have danced with. The smiles which would have been imprinted upon his heart, would never be. And his lips would never be able to reply to the words she could not say.

— Coco J. Ginger

…so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But you are gone. I could never look into your tormenting eyes again. You mock me with each word you choose…. Of the millions of words in the English tongue you could have chosen…you select the one’s that break me down.

— Coco J. Ginger