With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?

Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.

How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?

So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said