I want to hold onto this last memory of you
because that's all i have left...

*This is probably the most personal poem I have...
When I had the chance to be with you...

I lie Broken on my bed,
With Nothing else to say...

How did I end up here?
In this barren wasteland, with no signs of escape...

Tears of regret fall from my sore eyes
and they splat quietly on my notebook...

I still cry about the way you're gone.
Even now, my tears are soaking the...

I hate every memory of you
And you know why it's so true...

You used to be so close to me
But now you're so far away...

Pitter, Patter,
What's the matter...

One day I was looking at old photos,
While I was walking down the lonely boulevard...

I lie on the floor
in a little ball...

When we buried you in the ground
I didn't make a sound...