I walk past
the rusted train tracks...

Smile and walk
and wish to run...

Yesterday
my hope died...

Sweet tenderness
fiery touches...

Today i feel
i am on the edge...

Why is it that
my poems come...

Poems are like apples
they fall from trees...

One day i just forgot
forgot where i was...

Let these words fall like rain. let them drench me...

Sometimes i feel that
i just can't ever be...

Sometimes I think
you don't see me...

If I could drain
the pain like blood...