Current poems in progress...

did i give to little?
or did i give to much?
was it something i did or something i forgot to say?
the only thing i took from you
was a little of your time
and inreturn i only got in your way
llee
if am 'too' give anything, it's a dime

I was like that where people wonder did I give to liitle or to much

broken records

frozen hearts and inflated pride
protecting a vast emptiness inside
there is no safe place to hide
a matter of ancient history
the time is so illusory
with a new day comes a new story
yet the same old players strut abou
tthere is no game, it's been worn out
humbled heart and broken pride shout