Have you reached the Crossroads Of your life? Was the road clear or full of stri… Do you look back and give a wistfu… Turning for things and times gone…

There was a time she wanted to say… Other times she wondered why So young so full of life which wil… As beautiful as the new day’s dawn She can see the end is near

The world came to an end in pools… And a flash of blinding, sterile w… Like some cosmic nurse saying, “Bend over, this won’t hurt a bit, Buck up little camper, take it lik…

Much is different now than then, At least it’s not as things have b… (Thank Love!) She’s looking for a friend who can Overlook her sins.

Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…

Although boys constantly deny Excursions; For girls having Indiscretion Jades Kismet’s luster.

They say the truth will come to yo… And he’s going to tell you about s… Almost any soap opera or any popul… Now, he know she hated him but he… Yes, she was the love of his life—

“Change? Got any spare change? 10, 35, 40, 90, A dollar and 50 ce… Not bad, sometimes I get more, bu… Hey, who’s that? He looks weak an… Maybe I could help him. I’ll see…

The Truth as she sees it Is not in the past A dance that stepped The Truth is Dancing and singing

They fall in love without knowing… There are no words spoken at all. There are only words spoken with t… Though neither one knows what is h… Their hearts float from the bodies…

Remember when they just said Hi! Walked off without saying goodbye. Remember when they held hands And walked facing the winds. Remember their first date

Once upon a midnight dreary, as he… All the multitudinous forms which… Suddenly there came a tapping, the… Had she caught him nearly napping?… Only she and no one more.

Have you ever cried? Collect the tears in a jar of lies… Eyes run deep with a pool of salty… That only her face feels. The joy of pain and stinging. The…

They stand together—those three, Like the birch, clumped outside he… Joined by a common root. Different; yet the same Bent by winds of time and

It isn’t sun, nor sea, nor sky. It’s none of these, she thinks. It’s not wild, impetuous rivers, Where she stands on the brink. It isn’t crowds, nor gaiety,