Poetry.

We were defeated in the end.

You are defeated.

Humorous poem about being lost in the woods.

Desperation… population me, yeah Stephen King killed a lot of people in that town and here I am all alone, boy, monster, or whatever. Crave A Babe… if anything I just want somebody, need somebody; now if only there were a business for this?

We are humans who only want to know our worth. The love we get out of our loving is a gift that can be shared forever.

This is a personal poem about my hang-ups in writing.

Wrote the lyrics for somebody else’s song, hope you like it.

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