Your my angel,
you answered my prayers...

Daddy,
I thought you loved me...

Dear, little girl
with the locks of golden hair...

You left me empty,
you left me cold...

When it ticks,
My eyes melt as they meet his eyes...

Hold on,
Don't let it come...

***this is the basic blue print for this poem...
I feel dead...

The moon, do you see it?
It's ours...

He Rushes away from the lifeless body,
Eyes red and full of terror...

Lying beautifully,
is a crime...

Blood runs down my finger tips,
she is gone...

It took us over during spring break,
Started with friends...