Packing my bags its now time to go
to leave the home that i used to know...
Wake me up,
Hold me tight...
Hello there, just come inside,
So I can show you around my mind...
She writes lots of poems, and i admire that,
i think she's the coolest, i hope she knows that...
Dripping, red and true,
Sweet and sticky lust...
Because of you
my world is now whole...
Uncle George, why did you leave?
And my sisters so young and naive...
When all that's around you
Seems awkward with trouble...
It rained the day that I broke my own heart
Stood crying there...our souls apart...
Wasted years have gone so fast,
wasted tears coming done at last...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
Age of six
He loved her so...