'It was not cookies,
but secrets...
When all is calm,
you'll feel the orchids...
I dream of her,
with a belly swollen...
My friend says that she wouldn't know how to pick...
says she cannot read me like I can read her. truth...
People don't expect
much from me...
You wrote about me,
There for I'm writing about you...
Alysia is intriguing,
I haven't seen her face in...
I'll guess I'll blame god then,
for the breathtakingly beautiful way...
"I want to become
a better person"...
Before you,
the palms of my hands...
Tonight,
I think of you...
This is the poem you've been avoiding sweet girl...
You don't wanna tell people all these secrets, but...