Clouds are a sense of beauty
With hidden images in their source...

Nature has that imagery of beauty and poise
But no one knew it had destruction...

Love is a desire
That we may come across...

When I was a baby
At only the age of four...

Everyone thinks nature is beautiful
With brown golden trees...

Summer is supposed to be a time
Where everyone fills with glee...

I am so in love with you
But you will never see...

Will, where are you?
I wish I knew where you are...

There are always people
Who pretend that they care...

The pain of grieving is too much
With cold and rolling eyes...

Why are you like this
Your nasty, spiteful ways...

I feel like I'm trapped
Being split in two...