You are my faith
You are my strength...

I would give anything to be you…
He cares deeply about you in a way he never cared...

Mystical and striking
Enduring yet enchanting...

Stopped buy your perpetual insanity
Covered in your own hate...

For once in my life I want to
Listen to what everyone has to say...

Mrs. Van Wyhe gave me
My first sketchbook...

Calm me down
And bring me to the ground...

That inconceivable thought
Runs through my mind...

Wrap yourself in the diffident word of literature,
By opening your psyche to the world unknown...

As I struggled, like I often do when...
Writing any kind of literature...

Throughout what logic helped a man
Hopeless, without reason, dig in the sand...

I regret…
The things that I never said to you...