I used to stare at your picture
As I laid in bed...

You sit there on the edge of your bed and shake...

As I sit down the write to words flow free
I believe that you were put here for me...

Looking for some answers
For the questions I have asked...

I love listening to the sound of rain
As I sit in the dark...

I see you standing here
And I can feel your touch...

I'm thinking it's too good to be true
That the stars actually brought me to you...

I have been hiding something from you for a very...
Truth be told I love it when you body brushes...

One week later your face is slipping from my mind
I wish I could describe...

Romantics cannot conceive the notion of lost love...
There is no romance in being a romantic these days...

Seems like I still care about you
Since all these poems are the same...

Do you wonder what happens when you die
When your soul leaves your body and can finally...