Its the second day without her face
For she has gone without a trace...

A meet of friends and shake of hands
in all the clothes that set the trends...

Did the birds begin to sing their song
when i saw you that day...

From different roots to the same troubled river
Sweet at heart but a terrible kisser...

The creative light with a dimming glow
is frozen stiff by the icy snow...

Joy, some say it comes with money
others, its derived from love...

The stacks and stacks of work aside
Forget the joy that games provide...

Looking at the back of my wrist
The minute hand strikes half past two...

Why must love turn into fear
A curious heart and a sea of tears...

Seventeen was the age that we first met
Facing the challenges that we both had...

My sun sets down
the rise of frowns...

A picture i keep within my heart
the pride in me that never departs...