Poems from stkf

I guess what it all boils down to is my unspoken question; would you like me more if I were more like you?   If I was dying inside, if you...
The doorbell rings; you press your face against the window, trying to peer through the tinted glass, but all you see is your reflection,...
It's those little things in life that I truly love. When we talk on the phone all night, trading secrets and nonsense through murmured...