Sugar coats every inch
of her curvaceous figure...

Somewhere between home and I-65,
I found you...

*I know this is very long... got on a roll writing...
"Dear Diary" is how each page began and...

Usually I loathe the taste of coffee,
but today I need caffeine to get me through this...

As I crumble to the floor,
black stains smear my cheeks...

Coal dusted face,
hardened eyes...

As I explore deep into the somber woods,
hooting owls try to alert me...

He used to weave
insults between...

She fell in love like the
way you slip into dreams...

Thoughts of you linger,
floating through the canal of hope...

Somewhere between scrambled eggs
and silent conversation...

Hands to hips,
fingers sightsee across...