How come she was blessed with acne,
it makes her unhappy...

The blow of the wind
the rustle of the trees...

Your eyes like the moon
that shines in the sky...

I love how you think
i need you to be happy...

Cant believe this is happening
happening to me...

Boy you think
you got it...

SEQUEL TO 1..2..3 POW.....
There you are in the coffin...

I cant explain whats happening
its a tickle in my heart...

Chills down my spin
knees turn to jelly...

The wind stops blowing
the lake is as still as glass...

Love pouring through an open window
as i write this poem...

You made my eyes light up
every time i saw you...