I Am Poetry
Echo transmitting sounds through tympanic membrane.
All the way unto the piece cerebrum of the brain.
Sounds trapped by the pinna to the other end.
Sound transferred in words of reason to comforty a friend.... more »
If Only You Loved Me
Days went by living her depressed,
With the knowledge of being obsessed.
Overhwelmed by the feeling of being alone,
Not knowing who to call on the phone.... more »
The way her eyes looks at me,
she just let the truth out be,
As her eyes are filled with red sea,
Swimming in that sea is what i want to see.... more »