When you embrace my words,
do you feel my heart beat...
You draw some beautiful art
But instead you rip them apart...
Look back at your childhood,
Tell me, was it bad or was it good...
The End of a Dream
This poem is dedicated to Heather Ross...
Pop the pills
Swallow the liquor...
Whimpering he lays there, tied to the fence
The fog settling in, ever so dense...
It must be nice
to go to the place you call home...
Times will come, both happy and sad,
tears will fall, neither good nor bad...
You know you still love her.
You try to hide it,but you do...
Why do you hate me?
Don't shake your head...
You used to tell me to suck it up
How do you like me "sucking it up" now...
She said look at me
he looked away, she handed him a note...