Dried petals on the floor
Ashes from burned photographs...
Looking so far away
Cold breeze on this moonlight bay...
A gift of violets for my hearth and home
Her love of gold as mine alone...
Thighs
strangled...
This is the first poem I wrote in my lost love...
There was a time I knew love...
If I have ever lived to feel pure love;
No footprint of that love did leave in me...
Your pin prick of scorn
devastates worse than anger...
Salty tears
My, how they burn, I don’t understand how our...
When we first met
I was on the rebound...
If my heart was of bone
Instead of muscle tone...
It’s not that you are lost
it’s that I am gone...
I can't remember the reason. I can't remember the...
I can't confide in God the name of her with such...