Angels like him
don't drift my way often...

Lipstick letters border every mirror.
Each one a simple hint of my love for you...

Tangled words build inside her
anger sprouting deep...

I feel the anger inside
starting with a thought...

You like bananas, more then one would think
unfortunately i think they stink...

September 17, 2007
Puddle Pictures...

Leaves finding a home next to an old rotting...
grass starting to droop in a sad sort of way...

The warmth I feel from the beating sun
Less then the love that he showers me in...

Split Level Kisses
Shortness is a gift...

She smiles because he laughed
he has the funniest laugh...

The past I wish was present
no worries or fears...

September 11, 2007
Falling Paint Chips...