If i wrote you a poem with my tears
and in it i hid all my fears...

Memories
floating...

I hold him in my arms
and i am in his...

There once was an angel
who rode life's storms...

Steps studded with stars
black velvet...

Oh little brother
we're growing so old...

Dark brown eyes
worth getting lost in...

I wish i could see
the smile on your lovely face...

"why are you still doing this?"
how long do i have to yell...

I wish i could write these words
and make everything ok...

I wish i could be a butterfly
and change for you...

Frustration
desperation...