Numb
once more...

**I dedicate this poem to my grandmothers who both...
Vanished...

Dew in the morning,
glistening with the sunlight...

Tugging the strings of your puppet,
you can control their every move...

This collection of words is just a test
to see if this title of my poem is the best...

Without coloured paint,
Red flames would still cause destruction...

We are all made up of the same colours,
Red, the love as it blooms and grows inside of us...

Alone you sit
Behind the wheel...

Inspirational words
Never again spoken from their mouths...

*Just a note before I start this poem. THIS IS NOT...
Out of all the deadbeat fathers...

*I dedicate this poem to CC&P*
Through the years we've bonded...

No one would have ever thought,
that I would finally give up the key...