There was a day, I can remember good
sitting on the bed, watching the t v...

I write a lot of things
mostly my thoughts and feelings...

It breaks my heart, to know you cry
there's no sense, in asking you why...

I write poetry , for all to read
comes from the heart, makes me bleed...

I wake up every morning to the same old thing...
some people in life have it made, others like me...

Life is very funny at times
some days your on top of the ladder...

I sat by a creek bank, just the other day
watching the water, carry a leaf away...

The fury in the night
anger was in my mind...

I asked one day, if there was time, could we go...
threw you hand on your hip and said just keep on...

No messages do I get, my phone doesn't ring
I keep looking for an e-mail, but never anything...

It's hard to explain the pain that i feel
but i really needed you to know...

Sitting in the yard, cause I got it made
starting to get hot, so I find some shade...