I hear your distant voice and it kills me to...

Shes got red hair and hand me downs, shes got knee...
so she dyes her hair and puts on low cut jeans...

Laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling, trying...
**This poem I wrote as i was submitting it, I had...

My heart is breaking
My makeups flakeing...

Hes pushing her on the swingset, and tucking her...

You seek to find
what you left behind...