In the corriders of my head
My mind has lost its way...

Her face, like the moon
Cold and still; a souless stare...

(This poem was written a while ago)
I cry these silent tears...

Her cheeks have been well used
As cushions for her tears...

(Not really a quote or a poem, just a thought I...
And what would they be...

Here we've been sitting
Let silence show...