I was hurt And you were there Standing in a noisy silence With the pain I gave you to bear You tensed in anger of love Faded faintly your...

once we were poor but love-drunk ginger ale was our wine you would swirl it slowly let it catch the light and say ah canned three months...

Witchy Halloween Inside this late October 31st night, this poem turns into a pumpkin. Animation, something has gone devilishly wrong with...