You tell me you love me nearly every day
but I'm beginning to wonder in which way...
That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy...
Paper laid out
griping my pencil so tight...
My shoulder will be yours to cry on
My face to tell your fears to...
A covered blanket goes to waste
Stained by tears and out of place...
Friendship to me is something that comes in a...
Not quarters, halves or thirds...
In life we come to understand that we often need a...
someone that will always be there for you no...
Picture of Serenity
Bright-eyed with...
The Heart is the Door to True Beauty
.............{ For Jeannie...
As many others the lad had lived
through pain and joy...
You see there's this girl
So delightful...
In the times we met,
We would always stay silent...