After my death
I hope all will see...
This poem is dedicated to a mother who her 6 month...
for those who wish to know her words, read the...
The day before you met me
How sweet does that sound...
For Chris.
When everything was said and done...
There's this girl,
Sometimes I watch her...
As her mother screamed and cried,
Her sick little child just sighed...
So I sit here crying about you.
the tears are dripping down on the keys...
My most secret star gives glare from the corner of...
A sign that I am wrecked, diseased; that I am...
Its Friday night and I'm all alone
feeling frightened and lost inside my own home...
Dear God,
if you could hear me...
As time passes
I see that I am...
Burned card box does not unfold
Even if you say that your love will...