my heart

when will he let go i do not know

he "writes" the poems because he holds my hand he has given me a home and he understands

confusion reigning must get out cannot be quiet cannot shout an inner riot living in a pout

i would like to create a little poem that says it all, not in a tome that expresses how i feel what is imagined what is real what has no...

she checks her email trying to find out what is up and what is about to fill the void her life has created friends cannot be replicated ...

her feet stood still in the path they made half in the sun half in the shade surrounded by sounds by human voices what were they thinking...

her feet had walked this sidewalk paved where sadness dwelled her life was saved she was 15 the ground was hot lying ahead, she hadnt rea...