the taste of your touch
yur tender lips
the look in your eyes
and the way you wiggle your hips
I hold you so close
smell your hair
you are my rose
so sweet and tender
you trat me so bad
you drive me away
what we could have had
you have ruined
just like my soul
my heart is crushed
in my chest, a hole
around my neck, a rope
kick away the chair
suicide is my last hope
I long for death

-The Poet
you think I'm different, when we are truly the same, I only show what others hide.