Burning in me,
Like a fire of late...

Be mine,
Valentine...

Did I do something to offend,
Or will we just choose not to be friends...

Judging by the look of her peers
And the fact that her face doesn't fit...

He told me he couldn't write poetry,
He said he didn't know how to rhyme...

*My profile from this site*
A river flows through the world...a never-ending...

We must have something special,
Something, you and me...

Words cannot begin to describe
The love I have for him...

Prayers at night,
A solemn farewell...

Jagged edges
Tipped with blood...

*By Bridget*
"Our lives are made...

Stayed awake ‘till the storm stopped,
And the wind slowed to a gentle breeze...