At the side of her grave
I just need to dream...

This is a story
Of her...

There sits the girl, eating her pie
Come close enough and your sure to die...

You call me up
To put me down...

Your careful arms
Your loving embrace...

I am an individual whom as beliefs
I wonder whom I shall end up loving...

Im sorry I hurt you
So much inside...

I am what I am
No matter what you say...

I am your love
You see me when I'm gone...

Take a picture
To hold a memory...

I hate poetry
When it just has to rhyme...

I hate writing
It is just too hard...