I'm thumbing through the memories
Tucked away beneath my bed...

I know at times your worried
And at times your scared...

Take me now and please let this be
The very last poem you read from me...

The nice guys don't often get credit where credit...
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast...

Give me a pen,
And I will create a...

These past few weeks I've begun to feel
Things I've never felt before...

Treasured hopes
And forsaken dreams...

Take me back to yester year,
Before all the boys and lies...

We complain about the burdens we carry
And the everyday struggles we must face...

They tell us beauty is only skin deep,
But we never listen...

Words are all I know.
I can write them on paper as easily...

You are so close,
But you're heart's onto another day...