all i have is this stupid, stupid old, ripped-up, tattered shirt of
yours. no pictures, they were all burned is the abscence of your
love. i recall some amazing times, some nights that were sweet like
your kisses. these memories replay over and over again, cant keep
them out my head anymore. your scent lingers on my skin, like the
touch of your lips, so soft, i cannot ever recall a more perfect
fall. i miss laying my head upon your ever so calm chest, someday,
ill join you in your death. i watch over your grave, pray for you
everyday i live. listen as the wind sway the lovely willow trees
above your grave. [why did you have to go, i miss you so much.]