Joan Jett
Steve Miller...
My mother and I have gone through many wishs
Many laughters...
Happy birthday to me
I am thirty-five years old...
Watching by the wedding bells
Ringing so damn far away...
Red,
Its the color of roses that bloom in the spring...
Did you know
that when i close my eyes...
It's hard to write a poem
when you don't know what to write...
I am Orson the Black Jaguar
I stalking through dusk in the Jungles of...
A mother was blessed,
with not one but two...
Sweet Sleepover
with a great friend...
We have been friends since we were three and today...
I wonder at night before I fall asleep.....
When will that day come, when will you ask...