It's not enough to say,
I'm sorry for all those times...
I remember the Moon over the bay, at Sanibel
When we walked its golden sands, hand in hand...
I'm tired of being the only one trying to make us...
I've become a total gentleman, no longer a jerk...
Small breaths at the base of my neck
tingling down my spine...
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All of my poems are going to be based around one...
God protect and bless you,dear beloved.
I pray you're doing fine...
At later times I started to think,
Was it all even worth it in the end...
I want you to know that You've always been deep in...
I want you to know, so many things, where do I...
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a strong inner voice...
Sitting at the beach
with sand everywhere...
The sparks now turn to ashes,
The feelings turn me numb...
What happens when you find that one guy,
The one that's different...