I look down at you,
Small poppet...
THE HUNGOVER MAN
Last night the world was great he sighed, we...
The winter is
Killing me softly...
3 am I can't reach my phone.
It's drifting away to its catacomb...
She pours herself
like rain into absence...
In endless dark, I roam through time alone,
Chasing a love that time has overthrown...
”In God I trust...
Love me
just for this fleeting breath...
A stolen soul
And a heart to match...
I messed up again—
Not by doing wrong, but by feeling right...
If by a man’s deeds he be judged
And by a man’s work he be known...
I’m glad we met,
under no grand sign...