Still I think of you,
a few drops of your tears
as the pearl dew of winter

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

She and I grew old  .  .  .
We kept vigil in great vales,
Green mountains turned white.

I have a fetish.
I call it her sweet dish,
she says it's her wishes
coming true.

I trade my limits for a friend so yea your not the only one..

So sickening when they tell your the best one.

But it's funny that we laugh but never talk much, the reasons and excuses your phone mess up..
Yea your phone mess up?

I was therefore you I took care of you when they wasn't there yes

You called me bro you took me home so why are you acting this  way..oh now I soundquite strange so maybe I should back up..

You tell me but I like the way we opened up, and pray about and dance around the secret stuff.

I think to much and I know you hate to be alone.
When you see me you act like I should throw it off.

But I guess I should blow it up, come see me I saved a seat for the only one.

Sincerely your best friend that thinks to much

When lifes cares threaten to drown me and there is no one around me

I pick up my pen and write because Writing Is My Therapy

When things are going well and my heart seems to swell with happiness, and I can not seem to verbalize all the  happiness I feel ; I write it down because Writing Is My Therapy

When I have had a bad day and feel like I have lost my way, I remind myself I will be Ok because Writing Is My Therapy

When my emotions seem to fight and my words don’t seem to come out right, I write them down anyway because Writing Is My Therapy

When I sit in a chair at my counselors office I stare at the clock and think to myself; I wonder if she knows what helps me through life’s woes Writing Is My Therapy

and it is far cheaper too, and I am grateful for it.