Poems from Knickose032403

Planting  her lips on his kissing, sharing their last breath, she cries her last and final goodbye  
“What is wrong with you? Why can’t you just listen to me? I am trying to help you become a better person, okay? Just listen to me!” She is...
I sat there, tracing the intertwined vines within the dying flower bed  wondering how something so beautiful and perfect can be destroyed...
Looking out the window, the tiny flakes falling to the ground, covering what used to be a vivid grove.  They clutch onto each other, ...
No one knows the pain faced day to day, the fear manic in the mind,  oblivious to the world, gone.  All that matters is the chattel in the...