As I look into the sky, I try to see with my ruined eyes.

Can you see the aching heart that beats inside of me?

I find it hard to believe that I found heaven in those eyes.

I've got two pockets, fraying from use.

Marked with the initials of the one I used to love.

My paper heart starts to tear...

The falling roar of waters loud, spray back up in a misty cloud.

Je t'aim beaucoup, je t'aime beaucoup... A poem in French with its English translation below.

My heart shall wither, whilst away from thy friend.

Sadness from which I cannot hide, this loving boy I know has lied.

What I see now is true despair.

All you need is a friendly push. (Old song attempt.)

Hit the ground running, get away from here.

I want to cry, the tears won't come.

You deserve an angel, and not one fallen.

Ah...bees...They're so cute in poems and in drawings. But they're pure evil in real life. -_- (There's a cute doodle of a bee that I have, and my bee's name is Hector. That's why the poem adresses the bee named Hector.)

You're the this to my that...

I love you, I miss you, let me dry your tears.

Let's fulfill a fantasy. (Not even close to "R", but still enough to be on RC.)

Love is dangerous, but it can be rewarding if well treated and if you're with the right one.