Scraps on paper, among my school books
Writing words, but no-one looks...

Breathing in oxygen that hits you like poison
Wincing in pain to every move you make...

One punch, two. Three or four
By that time I hit the floor...

This princess doesnt have gold locks of hair
Or many grand stories to tell and share...

Thanks for everything you said
Every look you gave me...

I have seen storms, crossing towns at great force
I have witnessed anger, hurt and divorce...

Though your miles away
Our eyes still meet, and our hearts always cross...

Im backstage and dreading my decisions
Walking to and throw while I go over my lines...

I looked into a young girls eyes once
To see what I could see...

This Poem Is For A Friend Of Mine/I Always Loved...
We lost him they said...

Look into the light
Breathe into the air...

Theres no smiles this Christmas
No laughter to be heard...