None knows what fate has in store
whether life will sail on or midway just sink...
This is the piece I plan to read at my mother's...
My Mother Was Love...
My tongue will not drench
in neither English nor French...
I've been afraid to show the world.
The real me...
Dedicated to my Friend
Speeding kills...
Being positive
Retaining my momentum...
Bittersweet memories echo down an endless hall,
Silence surrounds slowly as the trail becomes...
If you could live your life once more,
Would you try to unlock the door...
Two souls drifted, in an empty part of space
They search forever, at a slow and steady pace...
I am a sealed Diary, w8ting to be read
with unknown stories that made my heart bled...
On the run
and my what fun...
Enchanted by the sweet melody of birds
gentle music floating within the air...