These poems are getting old
And these ideas are getting stale...

Happiness seeps from my heart, like blood from my...

A broken heart:
fragile when broken...

This poem is with thanks to Juan Ramon Jimenez...i...
i am not i...

I was quiet--you talked to me
i was shy--you stayed by me...

I hate the things my friends to, they laugh at you...

We walk along
we're so alone...

We walk along
we're so alone...

You looked down on me
and i looked up at you...