Why won’t it go away This feeling of emptiness That you left in your wake I keep hoping I will get over you It took so little to ensnare you…
One year ago We were nearly lovers One year ago The closest of friends One year ago
One more meeting Just one more Rendezvous And the courage To speak up
once you loved me i know this is true its veracity is beyond a doubt once your face lit up when I entered your vision
Driven too long with out coolant With out lubricant, my wife Blew the head gasket on the old Buick century. Now lifeless on the flatbed. Wait…
It has never changed My heart’s inclination. I am still drawn to you. Having known you I cannot see you
Little I can do Now that I have injured you I must disgust you
Staring down Into my own Oblivion Self destruction Impossible to escape
After the party Red solo cups and used rubbers filled with unrealized potential, liter
For an instant I touched it Greatness was upon me I wonder Do you know it?
There’s a hollow place Where your heart belongs Its vacuous emptiness Drains all compassion Consumes without satiation
The cherry red tip of ash falls from her cigarette to make love with a dry autumn leaf and set the forest ablaze.
Does it really matter Whose fault it was What’s been done Can’t be undone Anyways
REST! REST! REST! It is finished he has said put no faith in your own hands
There was a day. it was in August we visited your mother in the hospital. Afterwards we wen… to a beach side burger joint.
