I used to write when I was younger, and to be honest, they're pretty cringy. But I'm keeping them on this account anyway.
Since the day you left he's been running,
Running from what was once his life.
But no matter how fast or cunning,
He'll never escape your knife.
...
His voice was like wood smoke & sawdust
As he comforted, crying over made up scenarios of a world without him
"I'll never die Tee-bee Jay-bee... I'm superman"
His voice convinced me he was immortal
...
I remember her bright brown eyes
looking at me through clouds of cigarette smoke
They looked so cheerful next to the laugh lines above her cheeks
but her skin & teeth slowly turned yellow
...