I must have dozed in my chair
and was awakened abruptly...
Deep inside the tears I've cried
true emotion is found...
I don't want to run away to Malibu,
wine always tastes sweeter in the cellars of Nice...
I want to write so badly,
put pen to paper again...
I softly whistle a sweet love tune
the beat gently, reminds me of you...
Words, one's defender
yet tends to blunder...
Surprise visits must not be for people in love...
because here I was, in this cave with no lanterns...
The poet is against himself,
in constant struggle for air...
She held the puppy,
lulling her with tears...
"Is it possible to fill holes
when you're done being...
A delicate rose
collecting dust...
Days turned to months
and months to years...