I am the piece of furniture
that comes without instructions...

She leaves fingerprints of blood
upon a note that stutters her truth...

I felt so alone
as I carried my secret past behind my smile...

Gifts Of Love
A present can be bought and wrapped...

Winter time is here
Catching snow flakes on your tongue...

* second part to quite an old poem *
There's a girl in my class...

Just when you think it's over-
nothing left to give...

When I first saw you,
I was a caged songbird...

Blossoming flower
emerging into beauty...

I am convinced that she was sent to rescue me
from the blackness that tortured my soul...

Why is it so impossible
for my mind to forget one simple touch...

Please remember this:
For every star that twinkles...