Someone once told me. "Your writing is...
When they said this to me, my spirits did lift...

Writing a poem has never been so easy for me,
When you can do as I do and fill it with glee...

"I really love her," he said to himself,
Reaching down, tucking her things in a shelf...

I bought you a single rose and placed it on your...
For you, no color would do, but the color red...

Dying this instant, sounds so appealing to me,
Because in life, nothing is guaranteed...

Expression, spite, malice.
Silver, cold, callused...