I long for things of happier days,
When life was simply you and me...

Under the old oak tree they lay awake
The silver moon their only source of light...

She jumped onto the 6am bus;
It was pouring rain outside...

***The Sestina is a French form of poetry which...
The traditional Sestina does not rhyme and follows...

I told the stars to shine brightly,
That you'd be coming home soon...

I remember when I was young
I could never fall asleep...

I don't know what's gotten into me
Life has just gone so wrong...

When I was younger
I was restricted to cry...

You told me everything I needed to hear,
The way i made your day...

A dedication to my sister, May she know that I...
There she goes again...

You don't know what its like to feel
The way I do each day...

I don't know if I should forgive you
It's been a while since you've said hi...