Ever look back on your old poetry and think i cant believe i wasted a poem on him...yeah.

If i die young bury me in satin,
lay me on a bed of roses and send me away with the words of a love song.

Sometimes I wish you'd rather hit me,
because the bruises will fade.

But your words will hurt me forever,
And they'll always be there.

I want to hate you.

I really don't know what to say,
never saw it coming and then you just left that day.

We had our problems but everyone has does
i didnt think you would just leave me with just a note and one last hug.

Reds the color of passion of love
Got the color of evil and blood
Painted on me with such intention
Gettin' your full attention

She is foxy
but I see you drooling
All over yourself
watching your little siren
In the shadows
...like an evil lion.

Im smiling because my mama told me I would meet you someday, for a while there i started to doubt.

Why do you say your sorry, when you know youll do it again?

Yeah...THATS WHAT SHE SAID