Love don’t just begets smile and laughter it also yields pain and tears, where tears tells all the things that the heart can’t utter.

This is the last time to say goodbye.

Poetry.

I’d say hello, I’d ask the question, and I’d make love to her, if only I didn’t know always what the answer would be. Shy Surprise… if only this was the case, for all I know she could be waiting or at the very least be indifferent, a chance if anything.

It*s kinda self explanitory.

Thoughts I’ve been thinking.

I know you will, in the future…

It always seem to happen to me.. .

My acknowledged truth about fame.. .

Poem.