He looks at the pills on the floor
The ending the open door...

Love is when you have a person you would do...
when you feel for them to your core...

Here I am again
writing poems because my feelings are overflowing...

I can not cry
I can only write these poems bitter and dry...

I love you with all my heart
I never want us to drift apart...

He looks at the pills on the floor
The ending the open door...