You used to have a certain aura about you.

Only listen to half of the things you are told.

This is how I feel right now.

A poem about frustration.

I am going to miss you for all of my years.

I like to write dark poetry and I wrote this one while having a fight with my boyfriend.

When peace eludes one and he is in despair, there is always a reassuring voice from within. It beats my imagination when people loose out in life simply because they think the world has fallen on them. Beloved, there is always a place to anchor your faith in time of distress. It is in him that died for you.

Mark just wants to get home, he just..wants….to get…….home………

Date Written, Unsure.

Written August 14th, 2010.