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I use the metaphor of sailing, check it out

Greg ate silently and stared deep into Elizabeth’s beautiful and loving eyes. Today they were the color of warm dulce du leche and flecked wit..

just randomness inspired by the night

read it, its a reflection of some very personal feelings that i've finally overcome

its a little long but each word in every line is true.

This is a poem about watching a friend suffer at the hands of someone who she loved... someone who only wanted her body, and my idiotic cowardice.

the evil entity that is self doubt inspired this poem

A poem to an exgirlfriend... the kind that made me promise not to seek the girl i now love

A poem inspired by waking up next to that perfect person after the perfect night

this is an experiment with style, and a thank you to a good friend