You made me laugh, you made me cry but worst of...
I will never forget all the memories we had,
I wish we could be friends but now when we talk...
You draw some beautiful art
But instead you rip them apart...
Sometimes i wonder
if you really mean what you say...
"I promise I will never make you cry"
Were the only words you used to speak...
Tragedy..
The pre-emptive striker...
The End of a Dream
This poem is dedicated to Heather Ross...
A day supposed to be happy
Sharing joy and anniversary...
Burning vision of his love,
a gift he thinks, from gods above...
You know some days I think
about you...
My feelings for you were real
But "just friends" was the deal...
Your hair swings softly
Your eyes seem to glisten...