My pen is a main vien,
connected to my heart,
if i lost my pen god,
i would die on the spot,

cassanova no more,
ink spilled all over the floor....

Roses are read,
violets are blue,
wish you loved me,
like i loved you..

Just one kiss,
or her smell,
would send me spinning,
under her spell,

now that touch isn't mine,
and everyday i cry,
my eyes will stay teary,
till the day i die..

Love is the only power strong enough to ruin a freindship..

I love my "I WISH" poem so much that i entered it in a poetry contest see what you think please. comment and i will read yours too

Why do squirrels run 3/4 the way across the street and then turn around just to get wacked by a car...they were almost there!

The past is the past thats why its history,
the present is called the present because its a gift...

Life is every moment that you take a breath,
there's definitely no going back in time,
put the past behind you and love the present,
look towards the future and happiness you may find

Before i use to worry,
that things will never be the same,
but that is life's story,
and things will always change,

Please read my featured poems and see if you can relate mabe you have somthing i can relate to you never know