Heres to you,
Andrew, the first I ever kissed,
the reason for my first
tears,
and for childhood misery.
What happened when you grew,
where are you now, I'll never know,
but heres to you for
childish games and secret scars.

Here's to you
Mary-Beth, always better in everyway,
perfect life, perfect face,
what an ugly girl you were.
But still I raise my glass to you
for having so much power over me.

And heres one for you
dont think I've forgotten, Nathan,
all the hateful things you said
or how much I wanted you.
Heres for the echo's you left resounding
in my mind
of every fist and every fight
and every
wasted breath I spent on you.

Here's a thought for you.
Tear me open, plant a seed.

06/12/2003

Posted on 06/13/2003
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