It never gets old, this haunting refrain,
In the quiet of my mind, you still remain...
Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...
it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past...
what happens when you hit rock bottom
not once, but twice...
I once wrote something in the confines of a dream.
Writing it down now it was better then than now it...
Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...
I told her it's like going through a breakup, or...
It's not so much that I miss him, or the way I...
Give me: Chase
Chase me, my love, with passion and zeal...
I feel as depressed
as a skateboarding ramp...
To the park, I saunter,
on a crisp autumn dawn...
These walls I've built up,
Well, they're not so strong...
I am happier now that you are gone
I am not constantly on edge...