I believe that you were killed,
even if it wasn't murder by the book...

Sipping vodka,
I pour myself another drink...

Summer holidays
Sun shining through fluffy clouds...

Nature constantly growing all around us;
crying with you...

Warm rays of sunshine
resting peacefully on me...

I wonder if you know
that the reason I hold on, is you...

Is she tired? she looks so pale
almost squealing like a whale...

I need you to come back
Every thing's so messed up now...

This poem is not based upon
the knowledge I have learned...

I look into your dark brown eyes
gazing into mine as you pick me up...

The lonely look of fear runs back into the...
drowned out by the noise of survival...

Surrounded by people
Still i feel empty...