I try to show how muh I care.

You fell from a great height.

Our love is in its death throes.

You show no remorse for the things that you do.

You are so inconsiderate.

Your pain is far too real.

Original Poetry 2002

This one of my earliest documented works that I recently discovered crammed in the back of an old notebook…

You wanted my potential to be revealed.

There is a lot to be gathered from a kiss.

Little treasures found on the shoreline as the tide drops.