Oh why, oh why, can I not be,
As imaginative as I used to be...
Life is just like a season,sometimes your heart...
Looking at my life,
I saw what I had become...
Spiritless
is a doorway...
I like you for who you are
Not who you could be...
Teach me
To be holy...
When her time is up,
stay in Paris writing offers...
My hardened outside repulses.
People see me and walk away...
"The Sign"
8.20.2013...
I know I push you away
But that's my plea begging you to please stay...
But tell me what its like sir,
to stare into those beautiful...
Sorrow, o my love,
take me into your arms...