Self pity rears her ugly head,
Over your body, that lies so dead...

Bright coloured suntree,
Planted in our heart...

Here on out,
I will write my own future...

She's suffocating,
on her knees...

Most people dream of angels,
I've held one in my arms...

Here's another poem,
I will dedicate to you...

Days have past without a call,
her heart is stretched in worry...

Tears and blood,
She lays alone...

Her heart skipped a beat,
And that's all it took...

Loyalty, what does that mean,
Clearly its different to you and to me...

There is a unique kind of pain,
That comes from within...

A letter inscribed,
To Becka with love...