I wrote this for a young lady I work with. She has...
I'm not so sure...
What's the purpose of a poem?
What's the purpose of a rhyme...
Let me tell you something thats for the birds
a useless silent letter attached to my words...
She and I,
hold a thousand...
Your ignorance
and pretentious thoughts...
I often scribble your
name on paper...
It smiles at me as if to say,
I know the things you do by day...
If I was to,
take off all my...
Red roses have a beauty
their stems bear sharp thorns...
Dancing
without feeling...
Amidst these stolen glances,
our hearts whisper lust...
I shape shift with all my power
into who I am...