Sometimes as poets,
we bury ourselves...
After your goodbye
two years passed me...
He's driving to work, it's pouring with rain
Thinks not of the road, but of 'her' again...
The Moonlight shining down on your beautiful face...
makes my heart loose it's wonderous place...
Remember when we said "Always and...
well now I know I'll have that never...
Sometimes I cry,
While I lay here in my bed...