I am here to write you a poem 

Telling you about dead grass, just moe' em 

Telling me to forget about the past, but what I have is photographic

The memories lined up like they are stuck in traffic

So what I do is head out, to bring this rhyme about

Still, the memories haunt me like im a nightmare

Damnit, Freddie Kruegar. It just aint fair

Thinking that the memories will haunt you to the ground like dead grass

Memories will stalk you, but even the past will pass

Like I said, I am here to write you a poem, 

Telling you about dead grass, just moe 'em

-Veronica Lopez