*this is like the first poems I wrote that doesn't...
Once full of innocence, honesty, and trust...

A symphony of lovers songs
tell a story of boundless emotions...

Tears create rivers
down the side of my face...

Sitting in the rain,
Have you ever felt so wrong? So meaningless...

She's a quirky, precarious hue.
Strange in her ways alike...

I like it
I miss you...

Looking back...
You'd think I'd regret...

Locked up in a closet
At the infant age of one...

To those who don't understand
why I act the way I do...

Does it make you more of a man
when you make me gasp for air...

The city, we knew, was bustling.
We know that city never sleeps...

Your words have no meaning
Your voice has no sound...