Sometimes I think to myself,
That I might just love you to much...

You hear about the known fact,
Every minute someone dies...

My first poem I ever wrote,
I can still remember...

You have always,
Brought out the best in me...

Out of all my friends,
That have walked out of my life...

When someone dies,
No matter who they are...

You cant choose who you love,
It just happens I guess...

Who would I be,
If you weren't near...

I believe that some how,
Were meant to be...

Your smile brings out,
The best in me...

I remember the day the you saved me,
I was writing a note...