I sit and gaze up at the stars
A baby still curious and young of age
Not a clue in the world
Just a curious babe

Now five, I wonder about life
How do I exist
Innocently, I ponder life
And all things

A fifteen, love is on my mind
Who will I love and what is love like
Dating and breaking up, it's what I do
I sit and question love.

Now eighteen I question the future
Will I get married or go to college
The future is still big and I have lots of time
So I think about the future.

Now twenty-six and already it's time
What will I do for the rest of my life
Is this truly what I want to do forever
So I question my decisions

Already fifty-five and it's time to decide
When will I retire and what will I do
Do I truly want to give up my job
So I question my options

Finally one-hundred and eight
I start to question
where did all the time go by
So I question death.

Why is it
That we don't figure
Who our true friends are
Until we need them the most.

Remember in first grade
When we swore our friendship
And treated it like it was engraved in stone

Remember in second grade
When I got a new friend
And you were convinced I has replaced you, so you "replaced" me

Remember in fifth grade
When we were going to middle school
And you made me re-sware our friendship

Remember this year
When you left me
And I was all alone in the world to fend for myself

Writing down my thoughts
On the crisp white paper
Nothing seems to explain
My love for you
better than a blank page.

A
Solitary
Tear Dripping
Silently Down My
Cheek Can Describe
My Entire Life.  And
Nobody Seems To
Notice It...

I Didn't Believe In*  The Idea Of Anyone Repairing My Heart
And The Idea Of A Love  At        First Sight Was So Fake To Me
In Pain And Fear Well I Didn't Believe It Until Then That Anyone  Can Hurt Me Now.  Now That I Met You, I Believe That ANy
One May Say Love You and I Want You In My Life and Not Mean
It Truly.  And This Mad Love Is Truly  Painful and
Broken. Pain Is Rushing To My Mind And It Hurts to Love
It Hurts So Much I Can't Think Straight No Matter What
And Reality Is Dripping Away
Away From
Me.

I
Loved
You
Too
*Much.