You told me you loved me,
What changed your mind?*

- (A.F)

Those three words
Are still stuck
On my throat,
Trying to crawl
Its way out.

Those three words
Makes it harder
For me to breathe;
Choking on my
Every word that
I wish to say to you.

Those three words
Began in my heart,
Then made its way up,
Coughing out my love.

Now those three words
Are eating me up inside;
Feeding off the battered up
Remains like a stray dog
Searching for leftovers.

I should have known better
That those three words
Would swallow me up
And slowly **** me inside

All because I chose
To keep them safe;
Far away from lies.*

- (A.F)

I heard
That you can
Buy happiness
Now-a-days,
So how much
Can I get for
Twenty-five cents?

Because
I'm sure you know
The grass is not
Always greener
On the other side
Of the fence.*

- (A.F)

Am I a poet?

Because I so happen
To write down
Terrible tragedies
So beautifully.

Am I a poet?

For simply writing
Every emotion
You could never
Put into words.

Am I a poet?

For my inspiration
Deriving from
What I see and
People I encounter.

Am I a poet?

When in actuality,
I'm just thinking
Outside of the box
I learned to treasure.*

- (A.F)

I heard that you're an expert
At breaking many hearts.*

- (A.F)

Darling, I told myself
That I might as well
Enjoy this life 'cause i'm
Bound to go to hell.

I'm doing swell
And as far as I can tell.
All of my **** regrets
Doesn't ring a bell.

The doctor put me on
Milk cream and *****,
'Cause he's just trynna
Put himself in my shoes.

He mentioned he's got
A spare bible I could use.
I'm not much of a believer,
But what else do I got to lose?*

- (A.F)