I hate the way I look
You look away...

Idle tears
In her eyes...

When you feel the fire
Of hot tears rolling down your cheeks...

It ends tonight
That's what she said...

Hey Gabby
Hey Breanne...

Did I ever tell you?
I hate my reflection...

I know what it's like to feel low
I remember when nobody cared enough to know...

You know that song we used to sing
When we were little kids...

Morning flirts with the hills
Pink clouds behind the mountains...

Dearly beloved
We gather here today...

Another poem
About a sleepless night...

New leaves on the lawn
From the wind that blew today...