When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
My Promises For You
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
Love On Reserve
We knew love had no space.
New Love True Love
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Believe It Or Not
What is love?
Secret Lover
I've never been the type to say what I feel
Final Moments
It wrecks me, that last moment
A Float...
Pen and paper are my tools
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Brown Eyes
I've always used words to describe him
Drowning...
They come in waves,