I love when you look past me
to see her...

Today tomorrow
maybe next week...

You grab my arm
and pull me back...

You look at me through
blood drawn eyes...

I watched you, not in that creepy 'I want you...
i know it's not in poem form like my others... but...

Because i let you go
you can't see...

If i had the courage
i could say this to your face...

Just wait
the end it coming...

It's so much more,
this sad reality...

You've came by twice
rose in your hand...

I came home
just in time...

It all seems like a dream
that will last an eternity...