The hand strikes twelve
I see her in the moon light...

How can something be so loud but so quiet.
my mind is racing with thought...

The bathroom facet drips like a clock running...
A single toothbrush hangs alone...

Running, running from fear
fear, fear of what...

A poem with a thousand words means nothing
A poem with a hundred words means more then all...

Does it matter.
I Love You...

In the dark I lay
and the mark of love will stay...

If any thing you want and need
forever I'll be true...

I took a look at my awards for track and wrestling...
I teared up writing this...

Just one kiss
Just one hug...

You're a stranger to love
you got me on my toes...

Hanging from a tree
his arms tied to the limbs...