We build up walls of rock and stonenot to keep ourselves unknown,but to see who really loves and caresto break them down and still be there.To love is..
A poem I wrote for my girlfriend metaphorically describing her and our love as seasons. Because seasons are never ending, they will go on and on in ti..
The sun has setand will not rise,these tears they fallfrom blood shot eyes.The frost has cometurned warm to cold,the glimmering grassand memories we h..
To my Grandpa.. His condition is getting worse. His kidneys aren't filtering the toxins out of his body and now he is so weak he cant walk or eat, and..
My Grandpa is dying from kidney failure.. Doctors say they either have to put him through this long and unpleasant process (dialysis) or he dies :'( M..