I am on the passenger side,
Daydreaming to the sky
The day's bright and full of life.. then
In a mile, I caught your sight
Summer after high school, I recall
You're beautiful, my eyes rolled
The time we met by the low sunset,
All things in life then went great
Glimpse To A Passenger Seat On A Friday Night
I'm standing there, had watched the bus
To another town, it runs so fast
It's a roller-coaster kinda rush,
Picturing in mind your casted blast
I asked God for strength, that I
I was made weak, that I might learn
...humbly to obey...
To Ms. Congeniality
You're still young, bright, innocent
He's unworthy, liar, impenitent
You cry without argument
though hurts to you went
Through Life's Challenge
The way's hard thru seas with playful waves.
It's like you can't be any brave.
Everything around slows your pace,
But this poem's made to give you faith.