all i have is this stupid, stupid old, ripped-up, tattered shirt of yours. no pictures, they were all burned is the abscence of your love. i recall some amazing times, some nights that were sweet like your kisses. these memories replay over and over again, cant keep them out my head anymore. your scent lingers on my skin, like the touch of your lips, so soft, i cannot ever recall a more perfect fall. i miss laying my head upon your ever so calm chest, someday, ill join you in your death. i watch over your grave, pray for you everyday i live. listen as the wind sway the lovely willow trees above your grave. [why did you have to go, i miss you so much.]