I don't think any woman raises her
sons to be vile to women...
I think.
I just think...
I wrote these poems for a dear friend whose...
Hey, don't label me...
,
folding over itself...
There is something
about Winter...
My heart beats less and less for you.
It feels as if it'll soon stop...
In other worlds and other times would
my heart sing a song of love...
In reality,
it's beautiful...
Yes,
I miss you...
Shhh...
The night is quiet...
I knew him from a distance
when cupid's early snowfall fell...
I no longer want you to ask me,
to expand my horizons...