She waits by the phone every night.
Waits for your call.
But I don’t know how to tell her it isn’t coming.

She cries on your old bed everyday.

They try and make death look pretty.
Decorations can hide the body underneath,
Slowly decaying,
But they can’t hide the tears cried
And the people praying.

If we would’ve been a little closer,
Maybe you would’ve come to me instead of that pill bottle.
It doesn’t matter now.

If I would’ve been a little more caring,

I remember Mother that day
When her tears woke us so quietly
From our dreams
She told us that Father’s sleeping
And he is watching from far away…

I held my big brother close

Thinking back to when we weren’t so lost
Thinking back to freedom of smiling out loud
Do you ever miss me?
Do you ever think of what we did?

Look in the mirror see what all I see

They tell us:
High School is the biggest pile of shit
You’ll ever have to walk through.

So we’ll waste this night
And get out of this lonesome city
Away from the prison cells

She swings like the moon
And sings like the birds;
Fulfilling every thought I’d ever had the guts to think;
Acknowledging every rhyme I’d ever spoken

The motion of her hips
Sways

write a poem he says:
but poems are lengthy and smart
and full of emotion
things I alone am not capable of

write a poem, express how you feel:
but feelings mean nothing