Waiting for the clock to tick
Yet it ticks all around the dial...
(this poem is currently in the process of being...
My head lays on my pillow...
I looked into her eyes
I got lost in their depth...
Broken hearts, love's deceit,
pieces fall down to my feet...
I know that there will be times,
When we will argue...
Your pictures are in frames, memories on my wall,
To have you here again, I would give them all...
She was drinking at a party
On a raging New Year's Eve...
In a little home, all alone; there once lived a...
beautiful, five feet seven, her hairs had lovely...