Whenever you see
young child...
Across miles of glass,
bits and bytes of...
That lie leaks out of your lips
Those three words that come out...
You are so easy to talk to,
I can tell you anything and know its safe...
There were rose pedals laying before me in a...
Instead of a heart inside me was a box that read...
If you cant seem to stand
I will be your foundation to hold you up high...
She never sang at a concert to rock the peoples...
But she put my soul at ease with each tune that...
Happy is a strange thing.
I try to be "happy"...
You were my Best Friend,
I went threw Hell and back with you...
I drink coffee, slow
savoring positive words...
Even tho i dont know you much this poem goes for...
Im sure that you will believe everything in this...
Those brown eyes tell a story of pain
A trail of his broken hopes lead to his door...