Your heroin laced lies were like thousands of...
your lies went for miles and miles with no...

I lay beneath the golden aspens,
and sways with the motion of the wind...

There was a place down a dirt road,
deep in the woods of the ponderosa forest...

This poem isn't that good, but yeah.
I'm a rose in the wind...

Raindrops are falling on me again,
you can't tell I'm crying in the rain...

You're my midnight text,
when nightmares linger...

[This poem sucks, but I thought I'd submit it...
Love is a trial and error process...

Your toxic lips kept reeling me in for more,
more kisses; more sinful actions; more of you...

(Another poem about my cat, Mya)
You were my secret friend; best friend...

This world is so filled with staged plays,
his girlfriend in love with his best friend...

Your lustful desires aren't coming true, m'love,
face the facts; you're just a washed up actress...

You're whispering those lies again,
get yourself already, darling...