I am not a mother,
though I birth poetry as a result...

Leaning against the edge of my bed
My blanket grows bigger as more tears fall...

Its cold and a bit snowy outside
I stand in my trench coat and hat...

Boldly I enter in,
to his captivating trance...

The irony of your unspoken words, is transparency.
I see through them; finding definition in their...

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry; it's all that I say in...
I've completely forgotten how to leave my past...

It's my own fault...
I knew what I wanted to bring...

Sometimes I just wish you could see what I write...
How often I grab my pen and paper a day...

Managing to go on without your company has
left me trapped in state of illusion, where my...

A diatelle is 15 lines with a rhyme scheme of...
Gray...

Settle down sweet child, why so gloom?
Define your tears and release your hurt...

It's a crazy situation, an unfortunate...
I wish we both had the guts to just take a chance...