Getting used to being loved was the easy part...
Hun, you failed to mention that you would become...
Have you ever been cut
By a knife or a blade...
You've blown to many chances, gone one step to far
Finally beginning to realize, what a frightful...
Remember her, forget about me
Remember that you sent me free...
--Lost Inside--
We started out strong...
***This poem is about the boy who showed me that...
You walked into my Life, when my world was dark...
I wish that I could tell you
All the things I keep inside...
I'm staring out into the night
As the searing pain slowly ripping me...
What once was bliss
From just one little kiss...
Back upon the ashen fields of whispers and
the soft touch of romance...
Sometimes I Sit,
& Cry over you...
I can't go on pretending
believing all your lies...