There is only so much I can write
love stories were never my style...

The beauty of writing
you can express all kind of emotion...

Along the sidewalk
crosses stuck in to the ground...

Your love was plain
like waves in shallow water...

Doors have closed on me
some came as a surprise...

There are times
I feel like I am near the end of my road...

Is it wrong to say
I can't stay at a place where race matters...

Specific colors
painting a beautiful rainbow...

You see them every day
many are passing by looking like fresh cut...

I've been waiting
patiently sitting back...

If only I could see you one last time
enough to hold you tight...

If I can't paint what my eyes see
write how I feel...