I picked up the blade and thought to myself...
"how much better would this world be without...

I may have passed away, but please don't mourn for...
I am not gone, I never will be...

There are so many presents sitting under the tree,
and I can see that there are more then ten for me...

Here I am, my names Robert Adrien Flores,
this poems about me, no more no less...

I pick up the phone ready to call her,
but...oh no! I forgot her number...

She told me she loved me,
and I told her how I felt...

For one day, I wish you could enter my life,
so you can see what I have to go through each day...

Your a girl nice and sweet,
although friends we didn\'t meet...

Once again Me and my cousin Matt aka Guitarplayer...
One picture, is all I got to see of you...

Don't think I stole this poem from...
It smells like heaven when you walk by...

This is my first time writing for someone whose...
but I'm going to write a poem that I hope will...

(read part one and part two before)
As I watched you walk through the fence...