So often I am cast
as the convenience...
Do you still love me?
I’m asking for a friend...
How can I avoid you,
When I love talking to you...
I do not erupt at the slightest flame,
I watch in silence, remembering every name...
I am a squiggle of imperfection,
a reality that bites...
Life is like writting with a pencil
It takes time to learn how to control it...
It was always meant to be you-
I knew that from the day I met you...
Sometimes, no matter how hard you try,
you can give everything and still fall short...
At last, to my afternoon get-away
Perched on a sunny hillside at the edge of a...