Your so confident in your thoughts,
as if you have figured it out...

My thoughts of you are mixed,
even more unbearable than before...

The game of temptation is seductive,
sweet tastes you begin to desire...

Distinguished by endearments,
a young man is on the rise...

The first time I met you,
It was like judging a book by its cover...

Whispered to me are words of sorrow,
but not a single one could sooth this pain...

I'm falling in more ways than one...
....once again the cycle resets...

In the midst of the changes,
a new season approaches...

I wrote to you last, talking about the day,
that your spirit slipped away...

The lights are out and the room is dark,
my eyes are searching for what's not there...

When I was younger I never understood,
why God let things happen to me...

I would not help you
if you were bleeding...