i write what i feel and i feel what i write. the words i write depict and help me to relive a tender memory. journey with me to the cluttered corners of my mind that sometimes make no sense at all but have deep and subtle meaning. |
I was at the bottom
i was down in it...
Hope
it's a word...
Some are poems
most are thoughts...
Been a while since i let the ink
brush against the sad, sad white...
I wish i loved my last one, longest
different...
We die when our hearts have broken a final time. |