There were so many nights I sat in this chair,
I would think of you...

So do you realize that you treat me like a child?
You expect me to react as an adult and I cannot...

Now I am lost,
Your angry glances cut deep in my heart...

What is a poet?
Is it someone with a bunch of failed dreams...

Spreading the news of Christmas cheer,
Gingerbread houses and sugar cookies...

His hands stretch, slide over the smooth ivory,
feeling her succumb under his will...

In this quiet corner,
I sit and wonder what it would be like...

Remember when we were best friends?
We could do anything together...

The snow falls outside my window,
Fierce winds pelt the sides of my empty home...

I have come back here,
To my fantasies and dreams...