Her hands have endured laborious tasks
Working hard to earn this family's home...

This ink flows so perfectly,
A discrepancy to life...

Broken, exposed...
in front of the mirror...

It's crazy to think-
this life that I lead...

Tick tock
is all I hear...

If love had one definition,
I'm sure we'd all be lost...

Dedicated to my friend and [recently] his future...

He's holding her hand,
The child of her own...

You and I,
We've both made mistakes...

I believe in hate
A term most confuse...

Love poems were
once words built upon...

Can one believe in love?
it's existance seems intangible...