You used to make me feel so good,
I wonder if you truly understood...

So many thoughts in my head,
as I Lye here in my bed...

So many secrets in my brain,
if I don't let them out I'll go insane...

I think I'm starting to get over you,
with each passing day I feel less blue...

Just when I think I'm over you,
you make me feel the way you use to...

We're still friends and I'm glad of that,
as I sit here and look at your hat...

This poem is dedicated to Christopher Michael .
I’ve known you now for many years...

~*~ R.I.P ~*~
Mary Grace O’Leary : March 10,1961~January...

So many people think I should get over you,
to tell you the truth I don't think I want to...

This is a poem about my cat that just died ... I...
Fat Cat is what I used to call you...

Time to give up on you,
even after all we've been through...

Why do I still put up with you?
Because you still make me smile...