My pillow soaked in tears
as I blow bubbles in my mind...

We love in the sunshine, like we'll never see the...
Running fast hand in hand, I fall down, you pick...

I hear the rain on the metal roof
and I beg to walk out the door to a field...

Do you remember the nights we fought?
When you called me every name in the book...

I do not want to be your burden
I do not want to walk in front of or behind...

His love always angered me i always searched for...
finally he pulled the straw and i walked out the...

We are on a journey.
Your path and mine...

*this poem was written by my brother, just wanted...
A river of red, running down the street...

Make me cry
and walk away...

Scarred my wrists
failed once again...

So here we are
on day #3...

Down on the corner theres a church
with a neon cross that lights my pane...