My life,
is so much like a poem...

Look into this teardrop my love,
and see what it holds inside...

My hair so smooth and straight,
I release it as it falls down my back...

A tear of sorrow,
a hope of tommorow...

Your eyes...
How can I begin to describe them...

This is the end,
of you and me...

I'm sitting on the side walk,
hoping you'd look at me and start to talk...

Trustful wings I bear,
with deep resent as to why I cared...

It's much like a storm,
that comes and goes...

Oceans oceans land and sky,
I stare at the screen telling you I'm fine...

I'm sorry I'm sorry,
I really am...

I stare at the honey comb,
with its bees buzzing about...