The minutes slip on by
In the wake of the day...

I am the collector of broken hearts.
Give me yours so you feel no more...

It's that time.
That time again...

Tremendously talented, like no other I've known.
Jubilantly wonderful, forever in my heart sewn...

Maybe one of you lovelies could tell me what this...
Now...

Faith,
out of all my friends most leave...

To my beloved broken self
I sent myself something...

You say things oh so sweet
it makes my heart feel warm...

He talks
She talks...

I found a new ambition
causing my life to transition...

I don't expect comments or votes on this poem. My...

I owe my life to mother nature, founder of the...
and all the seedy increments of past and what's to...