eXoenix:

I’m slipping over the edge,
My knees weak, finding it hard to stand.
What shall I do?
I do not know where to turn.
I like what I’m doing overall, yet unfulfilled I feel.
Tired and sad, things look grim.
Girls are abundant, several seem interested.
But I’m lost reading the signs.
Alone am I… Continue reading

Oh to be eighteen again
I even now dream how tender your lips would be
The taste of pure bliss
Your embrace has yet to leave my mind
Eighteen, the chance of my youth
Lost because of fear
Another do I have
Mear sight of her sent my heart pounding
All this time, still she… Continue reading