I fall short
of that prize...

Across the sea
I returned...

His courtship lacked vigor
His ploy was weak...

The way you act
Can be likened to a child...

Pretty rose
Rebel of time...

This poem
Is long overdue...

I can smell the pages burning,
Like a memory descended...

Those lips
which serve to unlock...

Crippling depression
kills you like cancer...

Somedays just feel like
the memory that escaped you...

The rain captures the best of us
Drops falling like worn masks...

Take me to that place
where no one has to care...