Sitting high above the city's lights
watching as the world of crime ignites...

This poem i wrote when i was 13, i was in a...

She's running
so far away from here...

I miss his lips, his touch
his eyes, his voice, so very much...

This feels right, no matter what they say
i would never have thought that there'd come a day...

They way he once looked at me
as if i were the most perfect thing that could be...

It's his tenderness, that i truly miss
how i long for just one more kiss...

I'm lost in this foreign land,
of all my loneliness and sorrow...

He's scratching on the surface of my heart...
digging to get in...

I feel so empty without the proximity of your...
i fear the day when i wont feel your heart beat...

Motivated by the way she taste...
something he didn't want to waist...

She was the one, guys couldn't help but stare...
When she walked by, jealous girls glare...