Just a poem about finding love.

Wrote this when I was thinking of my old grand-pa, May his soul RIP!

You have stooped to a brand new level.

Worst nightmares sometimes come true.

You are my fingers on my cheek, on my feet, in my brain, in my heart.

Gentleness remains in mind…

Something I feel….

A poem about a homeless woman who receives the kindness from a stranger.

Tears come on cheeks…

I wrote this for my buddy. Because I changed, and it resulted in us growing apart.