a winter poem
All of my poetry will be compliled in one place, so I'll be adding on to this one eventually.
I rote it just beacsue
This poem was dedicated to my father. His father and my grandfather died of lung cancer August 13, 2005. Read and Review but PLEASE be nice.
All I have to offer is love, but what will I do when those that I love are too far away for me to hug?
I woke up and you weren't alive so i started to cry. This is what my soul told the paper as i called your empty house with tears swelled in my eyes.
a depressing pem about dying but in my opinion if u dont like then dont read
The future is the future, past is past, present is present.
Don't look back, Whatever you do...
I knew this was too good to be true.
Chasing you around the room is tempting...
A companion piece to my 'Veronica Keller'...
What is love?
Even with adoration, there can be dislike.