Quietly he sat
waiting for his peace...

Inside her blooms a sadness
hidden within her conscience...

A scent enchanting just passing by
of a beautiful woman’s smile...

Family and friends all cheered
as the little boy came prepared...

Two bodies, one love
Sharing a deeper passion...

My Dear Franklin
In times of deep depression...

Somewhere in the valley
beneath a surface of trees...

Beautifully warm at heart
talented, sharing sparks...

Drowning within self-hate
force feed by enemy hands...

Memories within the field
As daisies begin to grow...

Looking upon the pale horizon
where my fingertips once rested...

Sticky gooey mess
sticking to my vest...