I hate to think that this poem sounds a little...
I talk to you on the phone...

It doesn't rhyme but i still consider it a poem
i miss it all...

Why do you yell
Why do you fight...

Freedom isnt free
to get freedom...

I see a boy holding a girls hand
and i wonder why my palms are empty...

He stole my heart
he stole my soul...

Tears
Little salty drops...

Do you have to go so soon
so soon for me to say good-bye...

Do you have to go so soon
so soon for me to say good-bye...

I cry for you
not every day...

Whats happened to my comforting arms?
to my shoulder i cry on...

I love it when you hold me
I can't help but not let go...