The process of growing up can be a daunting and confusing time. Some of us get there, some of us never will.

A poem that I wrote about personal experience.

I was listening to an old song whose message is still relevant now.

A poem about the Gypsy.

A weird dream.

You can’t just erase your memories.

Nobody likes a home wrecker.

I love you will every bit of my heart.

What you think is romance could be something else. Be selective on who you choose to hang out with, they may not be. Mistakes have big consequences.

This is to the lost, and our memories of them.