My heart goes out
To the lost and the broken...

Wind scattering snowflakes in every direction
I'm all bundled up to embrace the cold...

Hoarding the summer air
I pace my run down the forest path...

Sometimes i want to hold you tight
and sometimes i want to hold you weak...

The love I hold on to
heals the wounds of monotony...

Passing the time in sleep
I avoid this affectionless wake...

God help me! Are these just thoughts or is this...

Who knew my love for you would be the most...
With these eyes that lie and these tears that...

I have a phrase
That's more than a phrase...

Our pasts are full of shame and sorrow
The broken hearts...

I don't know...
Why doubt depends on the odds...

*If a poem has never been written by anyone...
She is so lovable and so misunderstood...