despretly yet so patiently
waiting for the time to pass by
so i sit here and write
my thoughts of mind
i think back of the good old days
how i use to make you smile in any posible way
when we use to horse around and play
is this the price i now have to pay?
precious baby, everyday i pray
you build who i am today, like a piece of clay
the tochy days of valentine's day
when i left your gifts in your porche with your name
when i 1st asked for your name
when i took you to your 1st dodger game
talking on the phone and staying up late,
making it a blockbuster night
when we went to the beach at night
and looked at your beutiful face under the pale moon light
looking right into your eyes
i knew me and your were right
when i use to sleep right by your side
holding you tight
keeping you warm between the sheet's
when we use to walk to the park down the streets
i just want you to understand
that i miss holding you and your hand
i want me to be your only man
i do want ever i can...
i just want you back...
with out you my life is pitch black
i hope you know this poem
was full of true life facts....
Robert Araya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-come-good-to-bad/
