Fine
if this is how you want to play...
It's a craze,
me loving you...
Sometimes I find myself pondering thoughts
that have no real aim...
Lately I've been craving fruit
the red kind...
I love my little dictionary
it's cute and compact enough...
It is not my fault
you see, this heart...
All of these poems
beneath my skin...
Last Friday I twirled around a club
called "The Break"...
I saw you the other day
basking in all your priggish philosophies...
As a child I spent countless hours
cradling thoughts...
Don't you want to know me
better...
Have you ever thrown pennies
at the moon...