She dreams of faraway places,
Places where that take your breath away,
Just like what she has done to me.
She's here but mentally she's erased that reality is near,
Erased that I'm here.

Is there no better way to describe you
Than a beautiful flower in bloom?
You radiate colours like red, yellow,and blue,
So bright, I wish life had zoom.

But soon I realized it was all a lust
And my world came crashing down
I began to do what I must
If only I could find a good place to drown.

But I began to think of your smile, your eyes
And how beautiful they were and are
I realized they would turn to cloudy skies
That would plague my life near and far.

You save me from a life of torment
And teach me of the life I spent.

Everything's just an illusion
No amount of friends,
No girl,
No amount of money,
Will hide the fact that everything just like this poem,
Will come to an end.

I can wait
But not for replies hours later,
Not for you to wake up and smell the roses,
Not for this false hope for that one day,
I can wait,
But not for you

After I'm gone, what will you remember?
My accomplishments, deeds?
Or will it be the singular moments?
The ones we shared before it all came crashing down.
After I'm gone, what will you remember?
Will it by the wrongs I've done?
Or the rights I've committed.