My pot broke.
The milk boiled over.
And the skies cried.
Does not make sense, or so you think. Read on…

Sometimes all it takes is the right timing.

Freewill is having the option to choose.

I think everyone has experienced the heartache of a break up.

Some things just never meant that much.

A man’s remembrance of his youth.

Simple poems of the heart.

Its about a girl who loved someone madly and how it ends in a tragedy.

…a poem dedicated to my beautiful friend Megan.