A mean and cruel poem about a shallow lady.

What is love?

My best bud.

About my beloved father.

Poem.

A poem of how I feel.

A poem from the dark side of Kürten.

On Love and Humanity.

I’ll let this one speak for itself.

Sometime people grow and desire different friends, instead of simply saying just that they create conflict every time you see them. This might be the time to have a funeral and say good-bye to this relationship.