four by four
and one by one
from
starlight to sunshine
from father to son

as empty as all of the cans in the sink
too much to question and
nothing to think

so i got on a train and
i told you goodbye
you texted me on the line
when my birthday came 'round

it is only to those that we love that we lie
or just maybe the strangers don't notice the sound

well, you broke up my heart
so i went to the ocean
hooked up with a model and nearly got stabbed
got lost in the mountains
and fed by the strangers
took too many pills
and too many cabs

Looks good, I especially like the way you structured it.

i like it

Yep, me too..

I always enjoy Mr. Pancakes' poetry.