Hoarding the summer air
I pace my run down the forest path...

Wind scattering snowflakes in every direction
I'm all bundled up to embrace the cold...

Sometimes i want to hold you tight
and sometimes i want to hold you weak...

My heart goes out
To the lost and the broken...

Who knew my love for you would be the most...
With these eyes that lie and these tears that...

Passing the time in sleep
I avoid this affectionless wake...

The love I hold on to
heals the wounds of monotony...

*If a poem has never been written by anyone...
She is so lovable and so misunderstood...

God help me! Are these just thoughts or is this...

I have a phrase
That's more than a phrase...

I don't know...
Why doubt depends on the odds...

Our pasts are full of shame and sorrow
The broken hearts...