The storm just blew through,
it was calm and passionate...

I feel the need to drink
to get you off my mind...

I always knew it'd come to this
I just wasn't sure when...

How many times will I push you away?
How many times will you ask to stay...

To all the people who've done me wrong,
thank you for hurting me...

*this poem was written by my brother, just wanted...
A river of red, running down the street...

There is usually a tenderness about him.
whether covered in grass and sweaty from the sun...

I wish to take it back,
the night that we had sex...

Honest true pure and passionate
for some reason i cant let him in...

I slipped your ring back on today
to see if it still fit the same way...

There I stood face to face
with my biggest fear...

To say the least i am mad at you,
you treat me like i am untrue...