Tears

When I look at the sky,
I see your brown eyes,
I see your black hair,
And all the cloths you used to wear.

Thinking of the past
Makes me wonder why we didn't last
I always ask myself "WHY"
AS I slowly start to cry.

I don't sleep at night
I wish I could make things right.
I only want to know
Why you had to go.

I don't want to go
I guess she has won
So while I'm here
I'm going to let out my TEARS!!

Feb. 23,2006
8:58 am