I
waited till...
A prison lays inside my mind,
continuous worrying...
Is all she asks
As she lies here...
She struggles to lower
Her fickle anchor against Life’s...
Black paint spatters cover a room
that once glistened from the...
Your words hurt.
My hearts...
2 AM, the only time you break me down so perfectly
until there is nothing uneven running through my...
The second star on the right
And straight through the night to you...
I'm tired of talking, pouring out my soul
forced to defend what's going on inside my brain...
This poem goes out to Amanda Todd, a 15 year old...
I enclose no desire to write about the
country resting in South Asia...
You were my King of cresting wings,
On waves of love I’ll always cling...