Twenty twelve is with us now.
I am sitting here thinking of you...

I write my poems they are just for you.
They tell of a story of love deep and true...

We can,t turn back time, we are stuck in a rut.
Smoothered by life, and the problems of others...

We are the same.
We think the same...

First comes love.
Then suffering...

It hurts bad.
It felt good...

Love me first.
Then tear me down...

I,ll bleed you dry of all your love.
Give me everything you have...

Look deep in your heart and back on your life.
Are you fulfilled being his wife...

I have an addiction, an addiction times two.
One is the pen the other is you...

It,s taken a beating, it can,t stand this stress.
It,s really torn up and in a bad mess...

It,s been far to long but those years have flown.
And we have both matured and grown...