Last month I was talking to my pastor about faith...
A way of escape
the easy way out...
To know the meaning of love
Is a painful thing to bear...
A mother asked the President
"Why did my son have to die in Iraq?"...
Here we are
Our final year...
So many options
So many paths...
I was not lying when I said I love you. I meant it...
Why'd you have to take her
She was innocent...
Wake up
catch the bus...
Dust on the bottom
paper scraps on the top...
Math book on the bottom
under college applications...
Here I sit, feet in the water, watching the sun...