Is this a dream?
What I see...

Word so hard
To describe...

Black skies of death
Grey clouds of pain...

Rain of golden
Memories just...

You walk by
As the wind...

It's my decision
To pick up that knife...

Lost nights
In my dreams...

It happens to outcast
It finds those who don’t love...

Roses grow
Through out...

You are the girl
Who all my poems are about...

Being carried on
the gental current...

You walk by
Without saying hi...