I see their painted on faces,
their eyes burn into my soul...

Bound by endless roots,
the once emerald leaves turn red...

Every single sentence
becomes analyzed...

*!~I wrote this for a contest but yet again I...
Its been years since I was back there...

I remember from when I was little,
dad telling me they were all the same...

Everyone says that death is scary,
but I know now that it's a lie...

It starts off,
In the sky...

This is my first love poem, so I'm not sure if it...
I wasn't supposed to love you...

Just tell me that you want this,
and I'll make sure it falls apart...

In the cold light of mourning,
I see you for what you are...

I am sitting on the curb,
as the rain starts to fall...

A million voices in my ear,
all telling my to proceed...