His smile
His eyes
His voice
His laugh
His warmth
His existence
His hair
His dimples.

**** you.
You and your beautiful wings.
My wings have been clipped
and my feathers are ruined.
There's no point in staying behind.
Don't bother waiting.
I'll never be able to fly with you.
Just fly away and leave me with my misery.

these cold nights,I was with you.
these cold nights,I spent my time talking to you.
these cold nights,you were here.
tell me,you'll come back.
tell me you feel the same way.
I'll be waiting for you if you ever come back.
still,even in these cold nights,i still miss you.
during these cold nights i wish to spend them with you.
during these cold nights,i wish you'd be here.
I wish you'd tell me you'll come back.
And i wish you'd tell me you felt the same way all along.
If not,then you remain my unfaded memory that still burns in the back of my mind.

You will be sorry what you did to me. You will feel the loneliness on the Nashville Streets. When the people you think are your friend starting turning you away and they see you can't give. They see you as a taker, cheater, and womanizer too. They will walk away and even smile at you.
They will not help you do anything else but let you fall to the way side and let you pick yours self up. You will feel the same pain and heart break you see that you did to me.  You will never achieve the pipe dream you see of being a musician no one will have you see.
You will result to use the Nashville ***** for money and *** but you better have $40.00 for a ****** tablet too. Those women will want you to do the disgusting *** you call it but they will throw you out into the streets and get another who will do it.
You will have no one to turn to but a friend or two and how long will that last between you two.
Karma is payback and Karma is what you will receive because you hurt me you see.

There is some one I love but he does not love me. I just wish he knew how I felt for him.  We met one or twice and we are now just friends but we are both incurable romantics and are poets as well.
We both believe we come from a different time and era. We believe the same way about our passion in writing.
He hurt me three times and the last time hurt me bad. I forgave him for that and the love is still there.
He calls me his angel, his best friend, and he values my opinion when he writes his poetry and short stories.  He is cute but vain, and he knows i very well. I just wish he felt the same way for me as well.
We are 12 years of age apart and he means the world to me but he does not feel the same way for me.
He lives with his mother and father you see and until he moves out he will never have a girl friend you see.
He works as a hospital transporter as work, and I am happy he is happy that he is able to work.
I encourage him to write because he has promise you see and I am his angel as I was meant to me.
He is the one I really love but it is not meant to be.

my cousin loved to read and write
she said she liked fantasy better
she never understand the hate and fight
and i couldn’t explain through a letter

my sister said my cousin sang and sang and still could not be heard
and my mother said that in this way, she was a mockingbird

once i read a book that said
it's a sin to **** her kind
i told my father this one day
but he did not reply

she does not a thing but think beautiful thoughts
and fill others with wonder
and yet once she told me that if people were water
she would have already been pulled under

so how can i blame my cousin
when she tells me she hates these lives
because at least she knows there is no chance
of the miracle they claim arrives




*last night my cousin called me
i think she tried to say goodbye
but i could not hear myself respond
my mother heard me cry

i wish i could have stopped her
and i wish she’d had a chance
but instead she was a pretty mind
that no one gave a glance

a shadow of a person
a glimpse of sun behind the clouds
she was always half a person
she hides even now behind her shrouds

my cousin loved to read and write
and my mother always said
your cousin was a mockingbird
nobody listened and now she’s dead.