This house is like a constant reminder I'm just...
There's no escape of the memories which still...

Three days away
Bought me closer...

Take my hand
Make this worth it...

Envious of puppy eyed couples in the street.
My true love when will we meet...

My room is exactly what I want it to be,
A pleasant reflection of me...

It may not be love
But this feeling fits like a glove...

In the beginning all I could hear was….
Tick, tick, tick of my watch...

You made the land for people to call home.
You made the oceans for creatures to swim...

Poetry is very bad
I think the people who write it are very sad...

I sit up in bed,
I shake my head...

Why me?
What can you see...

*this is part three in the story.
this is the almost definate end...