• I wrote this poem
    I wrote it like it was my soul
    I gave it to you for a cause
    and you ripped it apart

    And ever since that day,
    I lie on my bed
    Waiting for you to come
    And give it back to me
    In whole

    But since that day will never come
    I walk in the past
    and bury the future
    I am hopeless,
    but what am I to do?
    The only person i can ever remember
    is you