Ben Wallace Poems

I wonder if anyone really understands the love,
the love we... I had for you,
you hurt me with your accusations,
every snip of your sharp wit
...

It was over the course of months.
Months and months of shy smiles,
hiding behind hands and various other items.
It was a coffee shop...
...

Dear God, if you are there, you'll hear me.
Why must you take good, honest men and make Christians out of them?
I know discovering faith is fair enough.
And I know Len had been looking for a long time,
...

'Mi querido.'
She said, over my shoulder,
'We'll meet again someday.'
...

And I wondered why you didn't curl your lips up
in distate,
when I lit up as you sat down beside me.
You with the trendy blonde hair, eye makeup
...