It's 4 am Monday morning, I'm supposed to be in...
But I'm writing a confusing poem instead...

I want you in my heart like cancer in my lungs,
A permanent solution to this life I'm leading...

We were young when he had gone,
and with him went my very heart...

I'm distracted by the stars,
They remind me of...

And I write from the heart,
because it's the prime part...

If only we could say the things we wish,
without worrying that they may vanish...

How many tears must leave my eyes
before they are finally recognized...

In the night, I was tucked away,
fast asleep at the end of day...

I woke up from a dream today
with an angel by my side...

"Anger is the place in which I dwell;
it seems to be...

I finally know what 'beautiful' is,
As the snow dangles in your black hair...

We become so different between start and end;
a whole new person with a whole new trend...