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

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

Temptations exude, bleed out On to the carpet which I call my… Conscience distorted Lust evident Yet one thing remains

“This ain’t love”, she tells me, Only indulging in me when it benef… “This ain’t real”, she cries, “Only seeing the things I’ve done… Only appreciating me when struggle…

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

Trying to close it, Forcing the hidden to keep still Pleading with the revealed to put… Warning the exposed to come back i… But yet they bleed

I would have written a poem with t… But he doesn’t move me With him, I am either standing st… Maybe we just need to talk Maybe that’s it

Feeling drained, beaten down, Bruised and blamed Wondering why my value feels like… Hoping to breathe again God, give me the air so I can bre…

I am regretting many things What is there to find in apparent… There is nothing to explain unless… You don’t fall in love the flower… Thriving ..

I’m a caged free spirit I find fun where ever it can’t be… I’m petite and a little awkward Random in my actions Random in my ways

There was a fire in his eyes that… But by the effects of many things Not a rage, nor malice, Nor hatred of anything He had experienced much but was he…

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’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 ...

Nothing can take the place of a fr… Ink stains on fingertips, Side swept paper cuts, And long sleepless nights Remember that a poet is nothing wi…

I must say, Being without a pen takes breath f… Being without poetry makes me feel…