| Poem by Phillip Breaux E-mail address: pmb_tx@yahoo.com |
| My Hidden Truth: Time and time have I been told, My actions are very cold. Little do they even know, My heart is not cold as snow. Feelings hidden under the pain, I still act the very same. Wishing to show my true self, But fear holds back my true heart. Searching for someone as myself, Is as hard as friends going to part. -If life ends in death, does death end in life?- |