A contorted image stares back at me, reality.
From my window, images of what is and was...

As I release my anger, I picture them.
All those who have ever betrayed me...

Wrapped in your arms, I let myself weaken.
I allow my heart to melt, to feel...

Walking through the hall, surrounded by...
Girls wearing white blouses, green plaid skirts...

Walking along the ocean's shore, my footprints...
The water speaks to me in a soothing voice...

You were always there
When I needed a friend...

As I look back,
I can't help but wonder...

Taking the anger out on the bag,
She shuts herself out from the world...

Looking into the candle, memories from the past.
Her frightened face still haunts me 'til this day...

Do you remember the sleepless nights?
Do you remember the hours of laughter...

I look at the clock,
Ticking away as time passes...

*I have so many ideas for this theme, so i might...
The poet's blank canvas stares back at him...