Friday, November 21, 2014

Sometimes I think of You

Sometimes I think of
You and remember the few
Good times we once had.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

she = poetry

. the way she looks at me. the way she walks. the way she talks. she is poetry. a thing of beauty and poetry is she.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Into each garden a little rain must fall

Into each garden
A little rain must fall
For a flower cannot live
On sunshine alone.


Is this me?

Is this me ?
Could it be?
Did I end up where I'm meant 2 be?
Am I really the nothing that I turned out to be?
Is this me ?
Now I see
I was born 2 be a nobody
Deep down I'm even less than what you see
Is this me?