With ginger hair,
and a stone cold stare...

You take me down the street,
Smiling at who we meet...

Too painful to remember,
Everything which came to be...

I had told you my feelings.
I thought you loved me...

Must keep it all a secret,
Must keep it all so hidden...

I dream a dream,
Where there's only you and me...

In the winter nights gone by,
I lay upon the whitened ground...

The flame of faith; though
Fragile be; Shall last the haze...

Rictameter:
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st...

All that really matters is the way in which we...
The way we face out troubles...

In London I dwell;
so the events of the palace shall i tell...

Now my friend I say goodbye,
I'm leaving here, but please don't sigh...