I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses