Cant believe this is happening
happening to me...

SEQUEL TO 1..2..3 POW.....
There you are in the coffin...

How come she was blessed with acne,
it makes her unhappy...

Sweet sensation
is being brought over me...

Chills down my spin
knees turn to jelly...

The wind stops blowing
the lake is as still as glass...

Love pouring through an open window
as i write this poem...

You made my eyes light up
every time i saw you...

Your eyes like the moon
that shines in the sky...

The blow of the wind
the rustle of the trees...