To judge our friends
Never ends...

It was bravery
It was fate...

Lay my head on my pillow
waiting for my angel to appear...

That one night of pleasure
steamy windows...

I pack my bags
i grab the keys...

Her roses were dead
Her violets were too...

Friends should be like tissue
Soft and strong...

I'm crying
I'm dieing...

Sadness overthrows my heart
it screams for an answer...

When tomorrow dies
the light is lost...

Dirty publicity
Local tabloids...

*Hey! I haven't submitted a poem in a loooong...
I never thought that loving meant...