*to my mom, it's a sonnet that I had to write for...
You're always dramatic, but never really kind...

Watch yourself and always love yourself,
and think before you act...

I really want to scream that you broke my heart,
but I don't think you ever had hold control from...

It's meant to be
I can't escape...

Stop jerking me around
and make up your mind...

Sat down and listened to our song today,
dropped everything I was doing...

Pretty girl turned 17
and moved out on her own...

I talk to you again
I feel so alive inside...

Always be true to me
Tell me what’s on your mind...

Sleeping with the Angels
She dreams of a better life...

Couldn't sleep last night...
I was crying way too damn much for peace...

Fading away to a memory
One I longer wish to share...