I haven't wrote a poem in a while because i haven't known what to say. But I'm moving on as of today. My hairs a mess it takes 5hours to make it straight. Besides that it's kind of late.
My head hurts and I'm going through a day where It's windy and calm but the sky's gray. I've also realized that he's to far away. To ever be mine. I'm just waisting time. As my pens making me write this down I'd like to say I'm in the lost and found. After my hearts stopped fooling around. I'm picking up the pieces of the ground.
I don't want someone who makes me change me, myself, and i. When i know theres another flight to fly. I was blinded by his face. Then i realized he'll never fill the space. Maybe I'm to tall or others think I'm to fat or thin. But I'm better from within. They have opinions i have mine. I'm 14 loved and misunderstood. Wouldn't change a thing if i could. I wrote this poem with a headache wanting this school day to end a pieced back heart and a really good friend.
I'll find me as the days go on. I'm moving on. As i set this pen down i start to smile something people haven't seen in a while.
