I whispered a lullaby
to the midnight breeze...

You can tell she doesn't really love herself by...
and because she doesn't love herself, she doesn't...

Although loneliness has never bother me...
Tonight...

I was stuck between
answering phone calls...

She tells me, that people have been telling her
that I'm queer. says "Yo no creo que Dios me...

"I thought you were Arubian"
she said...

They say,
that you can take everything...

And so,
another poem...

Do you know,
dearest...

Astonished by
your hypocrisy...

All the loneliness
you'd often find yourself in...

Its almost one a.m
mother...