In Memory of Kasey Renee Wiles
I remember when she passed away...

I feel dark and abused
Like a molested butterfly...

I sit here, alone again
with the same sad look in my eyes...

Tears are rolling down my cheek
as I listen to you speak...

I hide my darkness behind this blue,
which created this gray haze...

Look at me, tell me what you see?
Do you see what I see...

Your the sweet guy with the spiked brown hair
You give me hugs to show me that you care...

I remember when we met
It was such a crazy set...

I thought I'd miss you
but now I don't think I will...

I read a poem that took me back
to a guy I once loved...

These scratches
Have become scars...

Those three little words mean so much
You don't know how many times...