I think I'll write you a poem,
surely one you do deserve...

Computer screen is glowing,
words fall into selfish light...

Airplanes are like rockets;
rockets for the astronauts...

Roses seem just so damn cliche,
violets do as well...

I'm out,
I'm dead...

Funny how these dark clouds
seem to brood within our minds...

Angel wings and feather dusters,
history homework's sweet demise...

Oh, sickness creeping in my head;
build up this fire, and build it high...

The princess is up inside her tower,
can you see, this scene is set...

Seems too cold to be warm August,
too many migraines littering this path...

Why do you even bother?
The snowflakes now cover o'er your soul...

Been a while since these words,
these words came tumbling out...