You come into my dreams each and every night.

Balance will often need to restored.

You have left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Poem about seeing things happen before they do.

You will not relent.

Love should be respected.

A poem about the beauty of sight.

Sometimes, when you sit around with nothing to do, poems get done.

We were as delicate and fragile as lace.

Bad poetry. With drinking! Yay!