Your lips, a bottle too subtle,
so supple meant to be taste...
You see stars in eyes,
dark brown, elapsing into...
I watched as the rain fell drop over drop
on the asphalt of a dusky street...
When I'm alone I think of you, my love.
You are my memory, my credit card...
For thy presence from me has departed,
and your spirit in me has grown cold as ice...
The teacher will know you are brilliant before...
she won't say it to your face but you will hear...
Years ago my life was but faith
living each day with no hope for another...
If I were an small island firmly rested on the...
my possibility of no longer being an island...
Ballerinas no longer pirouette
from the tiny pink music box...
When you read some of my poetry,
I would like you to be...
Inspired by a picture of an Elvis impersonator at...
No, I won't be your Teddy Bear...
You're fated, hated, opinionated.
You're so full of yourself...