• Broken hearted sitting thinking about you,
    What would you do,
    Tosave me if you had too,
    Too look for my lost shoe,
    To give me happy in my life,
    To finish me and cut the strife,
    loving you is broken hearted,
    Im trying to figure how it started,
    Who knew i would fall in love,
    So why cant you bring me above,
    And where i can fly with the doves,
    Not giving my last shove,
    if you really loved me,
    You would be calling me baby,
    You would stop looking shading,
    and die for me,
    fly for me,
    Either way you would lie for me,
    But i guess you wont and never will,
    SO ill bury my grave on the top of the hill,
    Where no one comes,
    Only homos and bums,
    people with no homes


    THIS POEM WAS DEDICATED TO MY LONG LIFE LOVE heart