As i pack this teddy bear, I finally know that you weren’t there, I finally know that you don’t care, I thought about what you would wear, I thought about my fingers running through your hair.
I was never that good at saying Good-bye. I always rathered to to see you and say hi. When you said you had to go, my only response was “Why?” Once you stepped out the door, tears ran down, and I started to cry. I always prefered to say hello. A kiss, a hug, and… Continue reading I Was Never That Good at Saying Good-bye.
I’m not a psychiatrist, but I have examined my own psychology. It’s only now that I’m older that I think I understand why I do a lot of what I do. I know I turned blue immediately after birth. I peed on the doctor. I know how to make one hell of a dramatic entry… Continue reading The Very Beginning
A field of perfect roses, and I’d still pick you. Mysteries, locked in your eyes, I could stare and search for hours. Beethoven went deaf, but so was I, until I heard your voice. Every morning, the sun rises like your smile. Remembrances of you keep me safe, to return to you and hold you… Continue reading A field of perfect roses
Samantha a poem before you sleep, To make your dreams nice and your slumber deep. May all your hopes and wishes come true, And the sun be bright the next time it shines for you. May you have open arms that care, And friendship to share, And love to last a lifetime through. So when… Continue reading Samantha a poem before you sleep
What do you call a pretty woman without a smile? A tragedy. What does it feel like to see you with any other guy? A crime. What do I do when I think about not having you? I die inside. How long would I love you for? Forever. What were you every night I looked… Continue reading What do you call a pretty woman without a smile?
Going back, Joseph Brice was the intellectual loner and a romantic, the shy kid that had all the answers. In elementary school he moved from crush to crush on the girls in his class. He never knew what to say to them. They never seemed to notice him. He’d play G.I. Joe’s with the boys… Continue reading Two