I'm learning to let go of the condescending jumble in my head; The memories that fill my dreams, as I sleep in this bed; The constant nagging voices, that I must admit were right, Contradicting my thoughts, as I swear I had to try. They must've really used me, 'cause I never got their calls, and I'm starting to face reality; they never called at all. For some reason, deep inside, I still hope that they cared, but the deeper I research it, I just happened to be theirs, And I know that you don't understand why I am so afaid, but when you use somebody's body, you, in turn, destroy their brain. Despite my last-ditch efforts to forget all loves but one, I've learned I must remember, if there's hope of moving on, But remembering is simply recognizing my mistakes; the one-minute infractions that still haunt me every day, and having all the strength God grants, to look into your eyes, and promise you, with all my heart, that I'll never let us die. By: Keri K. 3/30/07
