I used to be able to write.
I would have no trouble putting pen...

She isn't sure when she began listening to the...
mumbling in her mind. She used to successfully...

Summer was stolen away too soon;
as between themselves, the trees quietly rustled...

{E' ancora mezzanotte a Roma}
crushed beneath velvet sheets...

I never believed the whole concept
of the unconscious subconscious...

If only, you could see what you mean to me.
If you could; you'd know you were my...

Poisoned words fall from a serpent's tongue as...
did they hold the intention to disturb me? For...

You never think it
will happen to you...

Who will respect you if you
don't respect yourself? And...

I wanted to tell you, how I'm finally
immune to your poison and then I realized...

I remember nights gone by,
whispered jokes and stifled...

I wanted to write you a poem
that rivalled Shakespeare...