You tell me you love me nearly every day
but I'm beginning to wonder in which way...
My shoulder will be yours to cry on
My face to tell your fears to...
So there's a picture of you
and a picture of me...
A covered blanket goes to waste
Stained by tears and out of place...
That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy...
Friendship to me is something that comes in a...
Not quarters, halves or thirds...
Picture of Serenity
Bright-eyed with...
In life we come to understand that we often need a...
someone that will always be there for you no...
The Heart is the Door to True Beauty
.............{ For Jeannie...
As many others the lad had lived
through pain and joy...
In the times we met,
We would always stay silent...
This is for you
my invisible friend...