Poem – History, Modern, Past :

I’m not sure I love the modern world I remember meeting a girl And getting her number on a faded …

Poem – A Clock, Stopped :

Hey beautiful, I’m laying at the end of the bed Listening to that tape I made for you Tapping my …

Poem – Over And Over :

So I started drawing on the walls. I had been in that room for three weeks, No windows, no ventilation, …

Poem – Without You Here :

I try to fall asleep alone, My hand drifts over to where you should be. But the space is cold …