Now that i have laid her down to sleep
in the cold Depths at ol' hollows creep...

The man lay battered and bruised
his body lay limp as they tie the nuse...

I lay awake in my bed each night
wondering what is wrong tonight...

Love is a four letter word
Love can be spoken but not heard...

I sit here feeling sad; feeling mad
all the memories that we had...

You see the rain as it runs down slowly
painting a picture as it fills to void emotionally...

I'm sorry to say that today I learned what it was
to be in pain, but to be so secretive...

I hate how you have to make a poem almost not just...
before someone will even take one quick look at it...

I want you to know that You've always been deep in...
I want you to know, so many things, where do I...

I'm sorry that you're no longer around
that it's bothered you so much blood turned brown...