Crippled tears run,
Sharply down her cheeks...

It's an acrostic to an extent. you'll notice when...
I- in his eyes...

Who knew what lay inside,
Of that pretty face...

Sweat drizzles down my neck,
Blood oozes from my shoulder...

Once Upon A December
Soft powder flurries from the sky...

A poem,
The passage way...

Why is it that love is said to be blind,
When you need two eyes and one heart...

Over by the rivulet,
Settled by the Sierra...

Just as the last bell rings,
I pack away for the day...

Wonderlands of white crystals,
Inching on the windowsill...

Tis be an older poem, one of my firsts, hope you...

The child's soul,
Bruised and shattered...