Realization takes time and effort.

Some things are unstoppable.

My heart is hurt, so now ill leave on my journey, and I wont turn back, this is the desicion I have made, I hope you will forgive me one day, I promise it one be like the the son in the bible that left his home and beg to come back to do it for work, I will make it, so one day you will be proud, and I will be happy, I love you.

A poem of deep despair.

Dedicated to that whitch may never happen but you wish it would.

For "Her."

The lingering feeling when you are alone, when you wish to give up on people or relationships when you wish to move on. I wish to not be alone, but yet I wish that I could be better off and happier on my own then I would never feel this way.

A poem about being broken and feeling unloved by those who are suppose to love you more than anyone.

Free verse by myself.

Lost Love.