He wrote

A million lines and more, he wrote
A million lines and more, I read
Looking back; I found no difference in what he wrote
Nothing but... Only the way he wrote.

Walk in your shoes forever

I'd walk a mile in your shoes
and walk away forever
you'd never have to wear them again
Baby, i'll take away all your pain.

Famous

I pray, it isn't a lie
I want to be famous
After I die

Cry

Frown, get upset, fake a smile
feel sad, feel bad, feel mad
pull your hair in despair
cry out loud, till the tears stop rolling
scream, till your voice drowns
curl up into a ball on the floor
weep bitterly, loosen your heart
dont eat till hunger tempts you again
for though the world understands not what you have lost
you know you have lost your world.

Scrambled thoughts

Its so confusing,
losing hope, trust and faith,
in the one you love.

I dont feel like writing
a sad poem to remember,
our happy times together
or curse our parting.
Its hurting,
but i put on a smile.

They will not understand
the reason behind the things i do.
They will not understand my pain,
i have lost something, i never can regain.