(Again, not a poem but too long to be a quote.)
With this gun to my head I look up at you and give...

I don't get it.... How could you possibly stand...

Why, why me?
What, what could you possibly want from me...

Yeah, its a song. =)
You had to come out of nowhere...

Yet another song. =3
Excuses excuses is what he uses...

This is, also, another song of mine.
He shields himself against the blows...

Just to let you know this isn't a poem its a song.
Everything is breaking...

Sitting In The Lush Grass
I Look Up At The Sky...

June Is The Season
Of Love And Lust...

You make me wanna cut myself
You make me wanna cry...

My Dear Fallen Angel,
Why Do You Weep...

Do I mean nothing to you?
Am I just a thought that went by...