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...

Why do I do this to myself?
I know it is impossible...

We were so close,
The best of friends...

Dear Man of My Dreams,
I know that I am unknown to you...

A rose is lying in a field,
All alone...

Screaming as loud as I can,
It hurts yelling so loud...

Dreaming is so much better than reality,
Sweet violins echoing in the distance...

When a man cried over a girl,
He was kind, gentle with a love so strong...