I am a heart
you know me well...

Like the sun, that comes up over the tree's
and the wind, as it blows a gentle breeze...

Searching for the where abouts, of that one love
praying that you find it, with help from above...

It's great to be part
of a club so nice...

As morning comes
sun will shine...

This world is make up
of all kinds of people...

I saw a dark cloud, in the sky
the discolor figure, didn't ask why...

I write poetry , for all to read
comes from the heart, makes me bleed...

Laying here on a blanket
watching clouds float by...

I struggle to make it in this world
and try to leave my past behind...

I write a lot of things
mostly my thoughts and feelings...

I'll been through hell and back again
thought I was well, depression set in...