The flowers he is holding in his hands
are of the brightest colors ever seen...
Every girl has dreams in life, things that she...
Every girl wants that kiss when the ball drops on...
The first three lines of this poem were gotten...
Postcards fading on the wall...
Waiting around..
I want what we used to be...
When I hear your name,
My heart, it starts to break...
With every fallen tear
My heart breaks a little more...
I carried my emotional baggage up her stairs and
Stored it under the bed...
I'm standing in my door way.
your screaming out your heart on the pavement...
My heart is broken, left in despair
I am crying, but who 'll care...
Walking down the road of my life
I begin seeing all the broken pieces of my heart...
She falls
and she breaks...
She was autumn, he was winter
She was spring when he was summer...