The heat of the sun burning on my face
his scent mixed with that of grass floods my sence...

It is so far worse a crime
to blow apart someones mind...

Hiding who i am
playing with the minds of a boy and a man...

Walking through the city
watching lives turn to pity...

The shining light upon their faces
the way they feel as if in their places...

She sat and cried
her face in her hands...

Do you even remember me?
when you look what do you see...

Falling
free falling...

His voice
accenting dirty words...

I wrote this on 02/02/07
seventy-five days until summer...

The day i told you
things would have to change...

The place i once called home
is now where i feel all alone...