I'm late for work,
im very busy...

Look at my hands,
scarred from slavery's bands...

We were just friends,
we talked every night...

Good morning you say with joy,
Good morning,my foot...

This was my first poem when i was about 7 or 8.
Grandpa...

Never been in love,
never been kissed...

I love that smile that you gave me today,
the one where it tilts in a tiny way...

I need to let you go,
i am no good for you...

I wish you knew,
how much i love you...

I'll Still Love You
Your mov'in so far away...

An old one...
if only...

With a splash my tear fell on your cheek.
as i held you in my arms while you struggle to...