Alway write first the things uppermost in the heart - Edgar Allen Poe, may you rest peace

Only in evils nightmare can reality begin to comprehend

The smile on her face is sadder then the tears hidden beneath its place

I miss her face, missing her smell, but most importantly i miss are hands interlaced forgetting about my hell

Forgetting everthing i was onced told, letting all the pain take its hold

The weatherman is out to get me....

You may have control of my heart
but it was love in the end you have stolen

Reading my eyes will not let you see my soul

I hate my thoughts, and envy all these words, just trying to find a way to say sorry

Broken love, broken hearts, just trying to find a fresh start