To open a window,
and see a blanket of white...

She sits on the rocks,
Eyes filled with fear...

What was it that I failed you my son
Life for you was indeed fine and well begun...

You go so far just to come close again,
your actions seem queer since you say we're just...

I am in such a dilemma,
Alot like you feel when you have nausea...

Poor as a beggar,
I lie wounded on the road...

This is a horribly long poem, so this is a warning...

5th grade we walked,
sitting on the benches we talked...

"Dance dance, to the pretty tune my love,
I'm used to hearing these words&quot...

Isn't it ironic, how sometimes you seem to run out...
Even though my thoughts sink...

I find it hard to peep out of this shell,
constantly under this microscope...

I've fallen for you,
baby I'm sorry it's too late...