Your heart is like a melody,
In which your voice does sing...
There's a hurricane of questions breaking through...
Because if I could open you up, what would I find...
You'd think that id be mad
you'd think that i would hate you...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
Our eyes met and that second I knew,
you were my dream come true...
I walk around my room
razor in hand...
The first time I saw you
I know I will not like you...
Early this morning
I saw a rose that reminded me of you...
I only wish
To let you know...
**I Get The News**
The phone is ringing...
You are being loved
My heart is being broken...
Alone in my mind looking for something that I...
That in my mind is there to be found but not by...