My Shoes
I used to think you were wonderful...

Of laughter
Of joy...

This poem is dedicated to two of my small amount...

That girl singing
In that thunderous valley...

Sarah,
never again will he hurt you...

That never ending love
That always-soothing touch...

It's never too late for love
Be you old or be you young...

Neverending Fear...

Night
Black sky...

You are no longer my friend
I dont love you at all...

No matter how much we miss each other
We won't be feeling the same hugs...

I really know we had a good start
But our age is tearing us apart...