Some people ask me where do your poems come from?

It comes from people I knew and loved.
But no longer have around me.
And are important to me.

But it might relax you, to know.
That they all had to **** a ***.
For God bless them.
They are all here within me.

Hope they do not **** to much.

You also ask me?
and I answer.
Hold my heart, in the your hand.
It is just a glad, pumps my life blood.
But if I see a smile on your face.
Then my job is done.

So all that do not know of me read on.
But then you feel, then to hurt, then you love.