That somber face remained that night
With friends who kept me within sight...

That old gray clock arrived at twelve,
I knew then I must save myself...

But he lived to amaze the others and me.
Doctors didn't think he pass their expectancy...

Everyone has his or her own story
To make us cry to make us happy...

i love the fact that i know you're there.
the fact that you're breathing and living...

*a poem about the dreaded WRITER'S BLOCK*
come to me...

I hope that when I see you
And meet you the first time...

kiss me like
this is the end...

hold my hands
and run away...

I don't know which path to take...
will You show me the way...

When I die
My whole life...

a perfect day
is when i'm with you...