Tiny Pieces

I see little pieces of you everywhere I see you in the little girl that looks like you I hear you in the poem that reflects your style In see you in the black that is your favorite color I... Continue Reading →

Without You

When I walk through the streets That I know you've walked through I think how the winds touched you. They still carry your fragrance And bring it to me. But it doesn't smell like you. I think of how your... Continue Reading →


Skydecks....I hate them Coz they are beautiful They remind me of you Of when we stood apart yet so close Of when I could touch you but did not Of when I stood there bound by the spell that you... Continue Reading →

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