We The People promise to love
We The People promise to hate...

They say they your Friend but what do they know...
***not really a poem just a sad feeling i have of...

Infatuation is when you think
he's as sexy as Robert Redford...

I question your God, my heart, and my soul
Existence needs proof, in stories I'm told...

Keep a quiet little place
where only you can go...

She was crying
when i opened the door...

Bottled up inside me
Are the things I never read...

She sat down
on a large couch...

It\'s wondrous what a hug can do
A hug can cheer you when you\'re blue...

The beauty of the night
fades around me...

When you truly care for someone, you don't look...
you don't look for answers, you don't look for...

I like you.
I like you a whole lot...