Where was my cherry?

Thoughts after reading an article in which a couple commited sucide together in bed one night.

A poem about death and the grave yard….

It is the little things that you appreciate the most.

I don’t believe you can be intimate with someone without feeling affection.

Poem about a taxi ride in London.

Waking up in the morning can be the best part of the day.

Poem about why the poor complain.

Mind arguing with body on merits of getting up or staying in bed longer.

A poem for insomniacs like me. We all have felt this way.