34.7 miles until I get to see your beautiful eyes,

Hear the sound of your laughter,

Inhale your enticing scent,

Touch your soft skin,

I hope I get to taste your lips.

It's hard to be sad...

I have to force myself to hate all the things that I love, like reading on a warm sunny day or late night drinks with my loved ones.

I try to make others around me feel the same way, by moping around and making others feel sorry for me. My friends deserve better than that.

I think terrible thoughts like no will miss me if I died, or that I'll never have anyone love me, even though I know that's not true.

I just want to be happy again....

I will be happy again.

I've missed you so much it's hard to think how I've gone all this time without you. You've always been there for me when i needed you most, to let me know every thing will be okay or just to listen.

Without you I've done nothing but hate myself, not just for ignoring you but for not realizing how much you meant to me.

I know Ive ignored you for too long and I'm happy you took me back so easily. I cant say it wont happen again but I promise I will try my harder to make sure it doesn't.

                                                       ­                           Love Forever & Always,
                                                         ­                                      Adam C. Prout

You don’t want to hear how beautiful you are, or how your kiss takes my breath away.

You don’t want to hear how you make me feel, or that I could get lost in your eyes for days.

You don’t want to hear how bad I want you, or how perfect you are.

You don’t want to hear that I could never stop thinking about you, or how I missed your touch.

I know you don’t want to hear these things but I don’t care, you need to know.

Her hair sways like the leaves from trees that I can never catch.

Her eyes shine like the stars I can never reach.

Her lips are as soft as the clouds I can not touch.

She was mine for a short while, oh what I would give to have her again.

She is crying as he is yelling
He is crying as she is yelling
They don’t listen to one another

She wants red walls
He wants blue walls
They both don’t know how this began

She is in the bedroom crying
He is in the kitchen drinking
They both don’t want to see each other right now

She is sleeping alone
He is driving faster by the second
They both feel bad for what they said

She gets a call from the hospital
He lies on the operation table
They both feel a horrible pain

She is weeping over his casket
He can't feel pain anymore
They both miss each other greatly

She has a gun in her mouth
He lies in a box underground
They both will see each other soon

The walls are painted red

Everyday the baby stirs on his back neglected and unloved, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the child hides under his bed praying tonight the bad man will leave, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the boy eats lunch alone wishing someone will join him, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the man watches T.V. yearning for the warmth of another, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the old man waits in the hospital bed longing for a visitor to say goodbye, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the grave stands, no flowers, no loved ones, this time there is no tomorrow.