No longer crying inside..
No longer acting like I'm worthless...
I look at the mess I call my life
And I grieve about my past and present...
Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...
To the sweetest girl that I know, I wish you a...
I hope that all your dreams come true, and a smile...
We used to stroll new and bright
under the summer sun; the things...
She giggles. He grins.
She whispers a secret...
Tears run down your cheeks,
Your eyes are damp and wet...
A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.
It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends...
He sees her in a completely different way
All of a sudden she's no longer that 7 year old...
The truest of friends
never let anything...
Sunshine
I can't help thinking of you...
This guy is cute and so much fun
He shines like dew in the morning sun...