Come touch me in violating ways so… My identity lies in defilement and… Come say you love me and then scor… Come caress my nonexistent self es… I wanna burn with deceitful passio…

It’s like there is a whole part of… We crave love and endearing attent… So we dream We long, that one day fate will le… That the collection of doubt and t…

Can I have another chance? To know you, To love you, To let your love rain down on me? Did I miss the storm?

I guess it started a long time ago… Me giving away my happiness for a… I guess I never had an independen… and try as I may, I still don’t h… I still seek the approval of the o…

Hey, tall brown girl You gave me confidence When my head was held low you lift… Hey, tall brown girl With those stallion legs

Every time I see you, there is so… Like the way your aroma gives me c… And how it feels to wanna kiss you… To wanna love you right but so una… Or how it hurts when you walk away…

There are some things I’ve writte… I hope I never have to read again But I do not forget, I’ll have to find myself again Someday

Why does everybody refuse a heart… Why does everybody control a heart… Why does everybody deny a heart wh… and... Why does everybody refuse true lov…

I touch everything yet I feel not… But my life is not a blur I could say that I choose what I… I could say that love conquers all… Shattering every time they separat…

More than words can say, I swear… A phrase so easily put into words… Even though the beauty of you illu… Even you shut your eyes and hide a… Even you choose to disguise

“I’m done with those childish games. I’m ready to be with someone I can share my heart with,” he said. "I’m in love with you. I plan on marrying you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m set. I ...

All types of writing has guideline… All poetry seems to have some sort… Vocabulary must be up to par, Each stanza having its specific or… The way I see it,

It’s like we’re meeting for the ve… Like you were never mine And I was never yours Hugging me, holding me Like you’ve never seen me before

Why is it so easy to write when I… Why do I love to imagine your ver… Why do I flash back to the times… Why is it that my wrist is breakin… And soul is aching while I write…