Well there really isn't much to say about me. I'm 13 almost 14 and I love to read and write. I hope you like my stuff.
I have my limits big or small. I have my limits whether I fall. I have my limits day and night. I have my limits when I give up my fight..
Some time I just want to come home and shut everything off. My phone iPod any electronics. I want to stay away from the Internet life. I want to skip school for a few weeks and not talk to anyone.
This isn't my poem. But I put the title. They sky is clear. Your wrists are stained. Your face says happy. But your eyes say pain..
Some days I want to believe. That I have the choice to leave. Others I want to stay. And have my friends just say hey. I would love to leave. And leave behind all I know. Others I would stay behind.
His eyes are blue and his hair is blonde. He hugs me close and calls me beautiful. He will never cheat or flirt with girls. He texts me everyday and calls me every night.
How can I tell you that you are for me. How can I tell you that your my key. My heart belongs to you even though you don't know. I really like you even if I don't let it show..
I feel like a stone in a river. Left alone and ignored. I feel like a white crayon. Passed by and never used. I feel all alone, like no one wants be around. I feel like I'm not not good enough.
I look into the breeze of the Sunday morn. Waiting watching for you to come. I sit there all alone, day by day, week by week. Little do I know that you are watching from close by.