A for the absence of bad and unhappy air
B for the balloons and the big birthday cheer...

Where the once-living now lie,
Is marked by a single stone...

If you were asked if fish get thirsty,
your first thought would probably be no...

The scars in her heart will never go away,
The pain that still remains will never start to...

Sitting outside, in the bright sunshine
Admiring our presents, which are so fine...

*I wrote this poem in 2005, it's not very good but...
As i lie on the grass...

Home alone one night,
curled up on the couch...

It's like you're a drug that I get high off,
whenever you're by my side...

I'll be your perfect wings,
when you need help soaring through the sky...

Everyone is unique,
not one person is the same...

I sometimes wonder,
how life itself evolved...

Am I loved?
Or am I hated...