***I really, really did not have a better title...
So....the title's crap, but the poem might...
I wish it was so easy
and that you would just realize...
You walk up to me and ask me what's wrong
if only I could tell things would better...
Tell me you don't love me anymore.....
Tell me you stopped...
I hate knowing you suffer,
And that there is nothing I can do...
Step out onto Penny Avenue,
Green leaves line the sky...
Its making me, Its making me
Fall in love...
If every sky was grey,
I'd think of you all day...
I have a song to sing
a dream to dream...
In the middle of the night.
When I cant seem to get to sleep...
He held my heart in his hands...without even...
Cool night brushed against...
I miss the way you used to look at me...like you...