Sitting on a rock
The wind blowing in my hair...

This is not really a poem just at my computer...
Do u really no what it is like to lose someone...

He walks through the door
And he starts to scream...

She sits in the corner,
Sad and all alone...

I have given you so many chances,
To do it all over again...

Do you know his name?
He died for YOU today...

You told me once,
and you told me yet again...

Days are passing
Turning to weeks...

They live on the streets,
Begging for money...

I long to feel your touch
Your breath upon my skin...

I look into your dazzeling green eyes
And become lost in an unknown world...

Counting the tears
As they roll down my cheek...