Why do we have to leave?
Why should we go...

Not really a poem but I don't care
My eyes are the color of...

In the summertime
I walk up the hill...

Every year i dread it
Every year i try...

I wish i could understand you
and then you could understand me...

I never knew what a friend was
and then...

II'm sitting here
waiting by the phone...

**I wrote it in German and don't feel like...
Ich wubte nie, was ein Freund war...

** I hade written this poem in German, so i just...
Some days i just like to...

Your there for me when i need you,
and I'm there for you...

A best friend is some one who is always there
even when your down...

Peace
does any one know what it means anymore...