To be able to write.
With passion and care...

What can you call yours?
Pain caused by a nerve...

Ink spills in ways untold.
Filled with words left unspoken...

For Mary Ann.
This is your day...

This is for you baby.
Words I live for each day...

A story writing in love.
As pain is healed...

All my dreams come true in her smile.
My heart beating a million miles...

Should I trust in some one?
Keeping my heart in loneliness...

Another Saturday here without any one.
Family telling me I'll never be any one...

My world will never be the same.
Sorrow is what my heart holds...

Here I stand.
It's the same routine...

Shadows around my writings.
Hard to express my feelings...