I can colour my hair,
i can change my clothes...

I always try doin the right thin,
i always try doin my best...

Slow Dance
This poem was written by a terminally ill young...

You were my best friend you were the greatest dog...
its been a year but there's not a day i don't...

You make me feel like nothing,
you sit and yell when i don't do what you want me...

Bestfriends you think are foever,
Bestfriends you keep...

Have you ever lost
a friend thats a dog...

I wounder how many times some has to hart i been...

Love can be specially in its own way the guy will...

Guys come and go friends come and go but maybe...
min_cool_14@hotmail.com...

Sticks and stone's can brake your bones but name's...
well hope fully one of these days ill just go bye...

I could fall a sleep and never wake up i could die...