Our love was like
a fruit...

"my love is free, but it is not cheap...

Sometimes I close my eyes.
not because I want to...

My days without you
are diseased lungs...

Nurture,
-My soul...

You once said
I held all the joy of...

People always said you were weird,
but I was one to always be fond of...

I want to write for you
a poem which speaks of infinite love...

The tears seem endless
hopeless dreams...

I asked my mother
if my father was the love...

Though they often cut like swords
I am really no good with words...

One day you'll find someone who will love for...