I know your type all too well
You've got your lines perfected...
All the time when I feel all alone
These tears I cry and I beg you please...
Is her body a beautiful perfection?
Do you see me in her reflection...
Maybe it's me, maybe it's you
Maybe it's the secret crowds of two...
Late at nite when the mood is full
I sit &+ cry &+ think of you...
I miss the curves of your face
I miss your eyes...
I felt sorry for awhile
for hurting you so...
Where My Tears Lay Buried
I claw at the earth...
The anger of all I feel inside
is because of you and your deeds...
Dear Poets
I am the author of The Balance of the Heart, Soul...
I saw something in you.
That I didn't see in the rest...
When you walked out that door
I laughed and said...