I would love to see you just one last time.

You know real torture.

I once knew real love.

I am searching for something I cannot find.

I would like to see you again.

Some of the thoughts I was over whelmed with when mama was diagnosed with cancer.

No explanation for the end.

Some manuscripts are better left unwritten…serving a stronger purpose…without so much as a second thought…

I wrote this in about 15 minutes just now, hope you guys like it.

For the cause of my everything, because you wouldn’t listen otherwise.