-(Word about this poem: True poem about a close...
I Look To The Sky
And I Think Of You...
The rain beats like bullets
As I lay here in my bed...
Me and my love in this razor blade romance
As our last night we dance while our wrist bleed...
My tear stained cheeks, they tell no lies
Of the many nights for you I cried...
You see her walking through the halls with a smile...
You think she’s perfect yet you...
How precious it must be to live,
In the presence of all that is you...
One chance,
One wish...
Oh how ill miss those times we shared,
The crazy pillow fights, & girl talks...
You told me we were going to be best friends.
right when we graduate and be there to the end...
Back in December
It was a cold day...
I gotta breath,
i gotta make it through...