My heart is beating faster
my bones begin to shake...

I lost hope in us
i keep moving only because i must...

I watch her sit and watch the moon blossom
and the skies change color...

Poetry has many faces.
there are many different eye colors...

A husband sent off to war
fighting for his country...

Behind some poems hold a riddle
its secrets are precious and brittle...

Her name is pooh. i.m to her boo. Smart sexy...

Where do i begin
where should i end...

A Dead body becomes my nightmare
Such a cold, touch no lifes there...

Rain its where the love stories take place
where sadness first begins and where life...

Clear in the head
wondering what was just read...

Her smile melts the hearts of men.
Her love could always mend...