Tonight has become the coldest night, yet.
Not even my poetry can warm me...
The artwork of extreme sadness,
Isn't about the overcoming of despair...
For so long I’ve wondered,
And pondered the thought...
I‘ve never seen roads
this tearful...
A string formed around the globe,
Connecting the masses in unity...
My father's anniversary:
((there was a swan pond in our way to the hospital...
The Devil walks around like a wolf,
Looking for whom to rob, kill and destroy...
I still hear a pitter patter and think of you
But I no longer look for you...
These tales sorrowful pain and woe delicately...
In this forsaken peyton's place far from the...
I feel your loss
like two rivers...
they called
and asked...
No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...