I know who you used to be.
I know it doesn't mean much to say that anymore...
There is a fire inside you that burns
A restless force of eternal concerns...
Life is a just a journey, where one ends,another
begins; is there any truth behind these lies...
As many others the lad had lived
through pain and joy...
This poem explains how I'm feeling about finishing...
Its been a while now,
Since we properly spoke...
My beloved ones,
When I die, do not grieve over me...
Standing on a ledge
Staring at the rocks...
We were floating away,
ethereal like the shimmer of sun...
You can burn me, use me, cut me down to size,
But that won't make me less than what I already am...
I miss your giggle.
I miss your sweet smile...
I was raised with an unknown tomorrow
a runaway Dad and a Mom who refused to borrow...