They all say the same things.
shes a bad kid...

**ok so this poem isn't done yet, but i thought i...
She slams her door...

Your the one
I think of every night...

I think about it everyday
because it seems like the answer...

These silly little suicidal tendicies
keep running through my head...

No matter how long it takes
ill be right here...

How can I wait here
And still want you...

Every night
before she lays her head to rest...

Every time i glance toward you
My heart shatters a little more...

Love is when
You dont want to go to sleep...

I promise you now
My last tear will be for you...

She does it every night
Right before bed...