Buried Within
Here I am Wallowing in self pity
Budding Poets
Where Words Find Their Wings
Time
Time was running out and you still couldn't look me in the eye Was I that hideous?
In My Shoe...
Maybe it was a long shot But when her heart was bursting with joy
Perfect For Me
I met a guy, A perfect guy
Polite In Love
It was a 'relationship' for Pete's sake, But I always aimed at being politically correct,
Uncertain
I am angry that nothing is certain No one is sure
Forgive Me
Forgive me if I don't smile Forgive me if I don't laugh at your jokes
For You
I close my eyes Hoping you'll dream with me
Scars
Scars, They tell of profound stories,
What About Today
Sufficient for a day are it's own troubles, So the holy book says
An Unlike Opponent
I saw two in the battle field, Vice and virtue
She Said Yes
Perhaps, after the rest God created her on the eighth day