When did it happen? When did I start becoming my...

Sweet Sex on the Sofa
Desire...

Negative from a summer flashback
And as I ran from her my tears fell to the ground...

From falling distance and into the aching love the...

I wrote this poem to a person who came into my...
So the miles have gone into the wind and the...

My pleasure, my pain
My love, my hate...

I cannot help but to tremble
I cannot help but to smile...

Sometimes I wonder if it could be the night...
Sometimes I wonder if it is the laughs of so many...

Obnoxious realities of a blue ocean
Oh say so sweet blue love...

So what is it that you want from me?
you seek trough me finding nothing...

Letters to Satan
Dear Father...

Confessions of an angel
I am afraid to fall and cry my words away...