I wish that we could see each other...
More often then we do...

At times I fall,
And stumble upon my feet...

These crazy thoughts
Circle my maze like mind...

So this is a Valentine poem
For my dearly unknown Valentine...

A broken soul
And a shattered world...

The words fell from her pale lips
With bite marks on her tounge...

Sitting in my room writing for you
Thinking of the moments and time we have gone...

I wonder what they would do if one day I died...
I wanna know what they would say...

Writing is true
The emotions flow...

Living with a broken heart
Leaving it left to cure...

Dazzed, confused, unknown,
But, true...

I was walking alone one day..
And came up to me to say...