Is it tomorrow yet?
No, its still today...

What is love?
Why do people love...

I lose my way
And its not long before you point it out...

Oh how do I show,
All the love inside my heart...

Love is the most beautiful form of suicide...
Not a poem but a fact of life...

Its like all along we've been in this huge house...
This really isnt a poem its more of a statement...

Oh how do I show
All the love inside my heart...