Etched into her skin, the letters of his name...
She can't feel the pain it causes, she just knows...

We stood by the lockers,
laughing, talking, having fun...

~*~*~This poem is for Miguel D., the boy who stole...
When I see you my heart beats quicker...

I let someone get to close,
and they hurt me really bad...

The glames are soothing,
bright orange and gold...

You put the clothes in the washer,
turn it on high or low...

She sat on the park bench,
everything reminded her on the old days...

I remember too much,
I want to forget it all...

My heart is racing
at the speed of light...

I hold back the tears,
I hold back the pain...

I asked you to love me,
I asked you to care...

I didn't know I loved you,
I didn't know I cared...