Poetry.. Yeah, I can write it.

Rememberance.

The scene.
It plays infront of my eyes when I shut them, like a broken record.
When we drive by you, I shiver and the memory's stronger.
Once, I got out.
I walked over to you, stared at you.
You and a few others are hugged to a telephone poll, attached by tape and ribbon.
Like the bond between two brothers that will never be broken.
The writing on the road next to your poll is extravigant.
Staring at it, you can tell that pain was put into it.
Sorrow, meaning.
All exist in the drawings.
I walk back over to your post.
I reach out and stoke a petal.. Then walk away.
Putting it all behind me.

You.

I watch over you, like a gaurdian angel.
I watch her.
I watch her messing with you.
I watch her hurt you.
And you keep coming back for more.
She messing with you.
Your mind, heart.
Your soul.
She's using you for pleasure.
You can't figure it out..
I watch you, watching her with hungry eyes like you were a dog.
And someone had just dangled a well done steak infront of you.
I'm afraid.
Afraid she'll hurt you.
Afraid you'll do something stupid..
Again.
I don't want to loose you.
Loose one of my three brothers.
The people I look up to.
I watch you..
And I wonder to myself..
"How does your heart still beat in a perfect rhythm?"