I found these on half torn piece of paper while looking for something in my documents drawer.
***
Me, of sentimental value
You, of passion in your heart
Us, of endless love
And them, of happiness that's given
***
The casual breeze that hits my face
Can only move my hair by an inch
But you my, my love
Can knock me down by a mere whisper
***
Am I a poet?
No I'm not!
I'm just a man
A man with his head
High above the clouds
***
Ah, I hate the time
It moves too quickly
Or too slowly
And never just about right
***
The emptiness I feel
Overwhelms me at times
The gaping hole in my heart
Screams a thousand cries
To fill this void, I can't myself
But have to wait for destiny to do it's part
***
Paper's nothing but a medium for thought
Fragile as the mind itself
Yet still we waste the ink
On this fool's errand
To preserve the foolish words of our hearts