(For Chuck)
This poem's for you...
(To be read quickly. The last line to be read...
To have trust in one's friends...
The Leaves fall from the trees,
I can not cast its spell...
I remember the days when we were young and you...
I remember the days when we were young and you set...
When I woke up,
I was happy to know...
Out of everyone,
From everywhere...
Harmony is joy,
Speaking in a different way...
You had to go and make her sad
I didn't know you were that bad...
You'd come to me in times of need
Little did I know it was too fulfilled you greed...
Bright lights circle their sleeping eyes,
Stealthily falling deeper into a pattern created...
I probably should be sad,
in fact, I ought to be crying...
I keep hearing your voice echo in my ear
I wish all your spiteful words would simply...