Meek
He said that he loved her...

This poem is called veronica. because it describes...
I Freaking hate my sister...

She twists, she turns
she cant sleep at night...

Who is to say
what the future will hold...

I feel nothing but the keyboard when i want to...
And everything i talk to you my heart just expands...

I thought he liked me
who knew that was lies...

Goodbye Angie my childhood friend
our once strong relationship is now like rubber it...

I don't know if this even counts for any of these...
i linger in the doorway...

Was it ever really here
will it ever come...