How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
