If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem,
So what am I to do?
If I could write a poem,
I would tell you lots of things,
Of love and happiness
and the joy your friendship brings.
But I cannot write a poem,
So you will never know
Just how much I love you,
And now I have to go!
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you, the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Sit up straight, speak with grace
Be a lady, fashionably late.
Always walk tall,
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
When you're in the middle of nowhere and wondering why,
When you just don't know what to
Who learns and learns,
Nor acts on what he knows,
Is one who plows and plows,
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
