Now i realize
all dreams must end...

I tried to think
but words dont come...

Here is still another poem
poured out from my soul...

Theyve always asked me
why do u still talk to him...

I never met you, and i never knew you
but i always want to cry when i see your picture...

Every night you hold me
I'm afraid will be our last...

As i place my fingers on the keys
or the pencil in my hand...

I see the look upon your face
and the shining tears inside your eyes...

Twisting
turning...