She is just a foreigner
with a surname difficult to spell...
It's not always beauty
That catches the eye...
Preferences
By Mark Spencer...
We met on the internet while surfing the web
even though we were forewarned...
As I walk through life,
I look at all I have done...
So confused by hatred preaching hatred, why
can we not love our brothers and sisters with...
In the stillness of wanting
lonely children hurt...
I.
Terror, fear, attacks...
Madness-
Children are singing...
She didn't bother
with clutching a sign...
Home where only white walls
Surround both my mind...
Anchor me to you like in a boat going fishing
Let me drown in jealousy within the profundities...