A warriors mentally but a poets soul
Growing old alone with only my thoughts
No longer willing to compromise no matter the cost
Stand by me if you will or take your leave if you must.

Critique a poet if you must I simply dont understand the fuss.
One less period one more  comma, It means little to the human drama.
My words are my brush I paint what I see but most of all I write for me.
So if your easily offend by the rules of grammer I've broken. Pick up the hobbit by J.R.R.Tolkien.
My writing it seems is not for you we keep it real here it's just what we do.
I never judge nor do I critique I simply read what you write as though I'am listening to you speak.

You know what I let you it may not be me.or maybe it is we shall see.

I live in the shadow to scared to be free. I hide in my words my verse and my rhyme.

A lover a dreamer a poet all true ,but tomorrow may bring something totally new .

For those few who I really let in, your everthing to me from the time we begin.

She was a dangerous one the long tan legs in the warm summer sun.
Me I was lost in her eyes a hopeless romantic no where to hide.
I felt the noose tighten the closer we got ,like a moth to a flame not knowing its hot.
And I'd do it again despite all the pain, surrender myself willingly  to love just in name.

Love
Lost
Heartache
Alone
Love
Happiness
Heartfelt
Home

Walk my beach in peace

Step into my ocean and dissolve

Sink into the warmth of my soul

Leave not a scar on my heart

Just a verse to tell you how missed by me you are.

Every time I walk the beach or wish upon a star.

I think about the good morning txs and wonder how you are.

I cant belive it still feels like this without so much as a kiss.

I often wonder how you feel, and if know how much your missed.

Time its said heals all ,I dont think it will this.

If this seems unfinished I suppose that would be right .

I sit and look at the stars and make my wish again tonight.