You'll never know what you truly did for me
You help me be complete even when I was lost...
Is it shock, disappointment, anger, or all three?
I decide it’s all three as tears sting my eyes...
Always the shoulder to cry on, the ears that...
The wide eyes that see all of your impulsive...
For him
For her...
The day you came into the world
Is the day I became a man...
Mom, your love is a mystery:
How can you do it all...
A violin string calls
From a chord pressed...
known quantity bereft of quality;
a name of little beyond its letters...
Your words sting my heart
and imprint into my mind...
She walks alone
A shadow in the street...
Oh the winds they rage and rancour
and the sky is cold and gray...
Everyone is entitled to choose who they want to be...
My friends are entitled to choose their friends...