What is this feeling...
I smile when i see him...

You held me in your arms,
My warmth beneath your hands...

Is it a feeling...
or a thing...

From these depths,
I can no longer see...

Worth more...
Than a couple...

At first I was unsure
I thought maybe it was a phase...

Another poem,
Filled with sorrow so deep...

Love is for the brave.
You may have never been told this before...

I need someone who'll hold me....
and never let go...

I hate you!
for talking to me...

I hate you
You take everything to heart...

She was my cousin.
She was my friend...