I hear the rustle of the trees,
The buzzing of the busy bees...

Usually in times like these,
Where the path is shadowed and rough...

I'm not quite sure what to say,
I only wish i could promise everything will be OK...

Does it hurt your heart
The way it does mine...

In dire need of rescue, that's when you found me.
Saved my soul, breathed into me life...

Sweet smell of peppermint lotion,
Soft, gentle fingertips...

**Not very good.. more of a vent poem**
No longer you care, only thinking of yourself...

Wind whispers through brown strands of hair,
Sunshine rays caress skin so fair...

Beginning of summer,
long, green grass...

Thin brown hair and eyes of blue,
That once shone deep...

What I almost did today,
Hurt me deep inside...

Tendrils of pain and confusion
Violently claw around my heart...