He's what you'd call imperfect
The soft brown hair...

It's only second period,
and I feel one coming up...

--NOTE: this POEM was based on a PICTURE i was...
Atop a mountain...

Don't you love your own farts?
i know mine are just swell...

Nature has silent secrets
that we do not know of...

The colors of
yellow, pink, and orange...

Somewhere out there,
my prince awaits me...

Trying to get out.
troubled, lost, confused...

She endured beatings
endless abuse...

Oh. how i enjoy flowers,
the lovely fragrances...

They walk down the aisle
hand in hand...

You can hear the Rushing streams
The Lovely waterfalls, splashing you...