You know just what to say
To make me weak at the knees...

The taste of your kiss
Your gentle touch...

I'm so sick of all your bulls h*t
I'm getting tired of all your lying...

The pain goes on
day after day...

No matter what you say
Or what you do...

Like a rose that has died
Falling apart...

Boy I've been thinking
And I don't know what to do...

So who's to blame
For this broken heart of mine...

Do you have any idea what it's like;
To cry yourself to sleep every night...

Similar to my poem about not drinking and driving...

I am so happy
My life is great...

He was only 18,
Much to young...