It is dedicated to my screenplay The Rose Garden.

Amongst the wind it flies,
Carrying the fate for two lovers lives.
For the wind that carries our fate has tormented us so,
As it lets it decide where our lives shall go.
Uncertain, like we are, of its true path,
Will it simply fall, dropping from our bliss, awaiting its last death?
In this moment of truth indiscretion lies,
As within ourselves we choose to hide.
But yet the rose pedal flies.

Dedicated to my screenplay, Dead Boy's Poem

In your breath I breathed in
Your innocence that so deeply hides.
Your smile I stole to win
From the time it took to shine in your eyes.
In my hands your heart I took
I give it back so it won't break.
I lend my eyes so you can look
What took so long to fake.
I have replaced the broken pieces
that you so longed to find.
I have replaced them fully
As I selflessly shattered mine.
When I leave this places so heavenly gaurded
My regrets and reasons are my own.
For we will soon be parted
No longer will we imagine our well placed throne.
All you ever wanted were words to be sung like in poetry
My apoligies I gladly send straight through.
I leave you with the simpilest of words that I can only say profoundly
My life is my poem to you.