Today I came
To the realization,
It's all over.

My past, history;
For the storybooks.

I've got to
Just let go.

It hurts to much
Not to cut ties
With the people
I once loved

The Angel spreads her wings but cannot fly.
She whispers in the breeze and watches doves.
She sits upon the steps and stares and cries.
She weeps while thinking of the man loves.

Most people think that life is simple. You do what you have to do. You get up, go to school, grow up, go to work, and sometime in there... fall in love. Well, for some people I guess it is easy.

Most people think that life is simple. You do what you have to do. You get up, go to school, grow up, go to work, and sometime in there... fall in love. Well, for some people I guess it is easy.

There is a girl
Lying in the sand.
Her once beautiful make-up
Is smeared by her now dried tears;
For she knows
She cannot be happy.
She is asleep in the sand
Dreaming of the man she loves.

I haven't
Seen them in three weeks.
they no longer are around.
It's my fresh start, now
they are gone.

I know I suck at writing
I don't need you to
tell me.
In fact,
If you tell me
I will be angry with you.

I know I'm not good
At speaking
I don't need you
To say it.

i don't remember the hair
i don't remember the smell
i don't remember the good times
i don't remember the bad

If I could see your face,
I'd know what you were thinking.
If I could see your smile I'd know which one it was
I want to know a lot of things.

I want to know if you care.

At times all alone
Is better than being with
Everyone else.

you don't know what has happened
to me in the past six months
we haven't spoken
we haven't written
we have merely grown apart
you say your busy
you say you'll call
but you never do

I wish I had you
More than anything.
I wish to see you smile.
I wish to see your face.
I wish that we had
More than we do.
I wish you had me.
I wish I had you.

Dear Friend

I thought that our friendship--
Both bitter and sweet--
Would always be there
To make me feel complete.
And now that i don't see you,
And now that we don't talk,

The True Beauty Is Everywhere
This is two poems in one every other line goes together