sitting here staring at that blinkin' cursor
having nothing other than that buzzing...
I wish you'd held on for me,
and waited out my tide...
Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll...
Resounds within, where human depths are found...
There is a void inside me because
I want to be more than me...
Oh, my closest friend,
take me back to the heydays of our poetry...
I burn
For you always...
What I miss the most
is finally feeling safe enough...
Like a drowning man holding on to his only...
our remaining time is our last hope...
In the free markets
heart is the most bankrupting...
All the world's praising
can't put an ointment on the...
I told her it's like going through a breakup, or...
It's not so much that I miss him, or the way I...
We fear the death's pain
otherwise we never could...