The last poem I write.
The last poem i shall ever share...

There was this girl, who was so perfect, but i...
Nothing can take my mind off of her now, and...

You can't change the past,
so live forward into the future...

The perfect person is the person you want to wake...
and just hug them and hold them and tell them, you...

I was running a race,
running at my own pace...

I walk on down the dark dusty road,
To where I walk on, I don't even know...

The seed of birth,
goes into the ground...

The things i said were never good enough, i tried...
Now I'm so screwed up i can't even talk straight...

The physical essence of purity,
in a sense of delicate, compassionate, lust...

This loneliness is a friend of mine,
it comes and goes from time to time...

What is a nobody you might ask yourself,
but really what is a somebody...

To be blown off, as if nothing about you matters.
To be shut down, as if no one cares...