As I lay down on your death bed
We have no room for tears...
Not exactly a poem really, but I really liked it...
I missed you yesterday,
I miss you today...
I've never had any one
That I could run too...
I believe that everyone will find a best friend in...
He talks as though he knows me to the very core.
He acts as though he knows how it feels to be...
There, standing,
in front of his canvass rested on it's easel...
March 13, 2008.
look at what you've done to you...
Is it possible to feel this pain
is it possible to be drowning in the rain...
Will you take my picture?
Will you take my side...
As i watch the blood seep down
thoughts cross my mind...
You may hate
everything about me...