You gave me a rose
your heart was once mine...

I'm burning words inside of me
they're refusing to let out...

Some believe a single photograph
can say more than words ever can...

Rummaging through scrapbooks
searching for your ghost...

The shorter the better
the poem i say...

A whisper of darkness
engulfed in this wave of emotion...

He had always been the quiet one
spent his lunch inside his truck...

I hope when you reach for her hand
you remember how we were...

Ive done many things
i must regret...

Darkened clouds blanket the sky
as lava flows, the children cry...

Your words were way to strong
lets pretend we never met...

So far but still so near
i hear your voice so loud and clear...