I am looking for a pen-pal. I was born 7-4-74 in Georgia where I have always lived. I have been incarcerated for 7 years now, six of which have been spent on death row.
Some of my interests are skiing, swimming, racing, horse back riding and the outdoors.
PO Box 3877
Can I have your heart?
If so, then I’ll give you my all; the fragments, debris and dust. Some people say that I have a calloused, caliginous and malignant heart. I know this to be untrue. A calloused, caliginous and malignant heart cannot bleed, nor can it feel. I give you my love, my unconditional, unyielding, genuine love.
I will give you my legs, so that you will always have someone that will stand beside you. My arms, for when you need a hug. My hands, for when you need to be lifted up. My mind and mouth, so that you will know how much I value you. My ears, so you will always have someone that will listen to you. My eyes, so that you will see in yourself what I see in you.
I will give you my lungs for when you feel suffocated by this world and for when your dreams, needs and desires seem to be burning and unreachable. I give you my tears to help put out the flames, my back to carry you through the pain and the fires.
Finally, I give you my body as a whole to help you rebuild and to keep you from being lonely.
Love me now
If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now, while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
From which true affection flow.
Love me now…
…while I am living.
Do not wait until I am gone
And then have it chiselled in marble
Sweet words on cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me,
Please tell me know
If you wait until I am sleeping,
Never to awaken
There will be death between us…
…And I won’t hear you then.
So, if you love me, even a little bit,
Let me know it while I am living
So I can treasure it.