That breaking point after you inhale and right...
The time between the first rain drop hitting you...

My pen fell slowly as I rose with equal pace,
To display my arrest...

I had a dream you were in...
In this dream, you played the girl I loved, and I...

There lays a dog, bleeding, and barely foaming out...
Abused by his owner, beaten, and not allowed in...

Looking through this mirror as if it's a window,
What I see isn't me, because im trapped in this...

Not every man can write poetry,
And not every man can swim...

What if..
What if the world were really flat...

Am I a man or a kid,
I this dream that's lucid enough...

Yesterday I bought a novel,
Just something nice to read...

Her wrinkles are starting to settle on her face
But she doesn't want it to show...

I didn't hang out with her one last time,
Because I didn't want to say goodbye...

It's hard looking at the past
Knowing we'll never get it back...