I wish i were a poet
i\'m not and i know it
in your poems are feelings and time
while i just try to make them rhyme
i have feelings, they make me sad
i write every night, but it\'s really bad
It\'s all mixed up, and jumps around
it ends up crumbled and on the ground
i used to b happy and not have the time
to write a poem ot make things rhyme
now most of the time i lay in bed
and write down the memoris in my head
they make me sad, i even cry
i wish i were home with my friend and the guy
every weekend it\'s exactly the same
i don\'t know who i should blame
me for not agreeing
or my dad for not seeing
that i hate it down here
i have one big fear
and it\'s deep inside
very deep, yet hard to hide
my fear is of being alone
i realized this fear one day
whie missing my home
I hate it here, it\'s so gay
love what you\'ve got
cause someday it might be gone
love you you\'ve got
cause they might be the one
so, i know this poem isn\'t the best
so I\'ll shut up and give it a rest
