Im not the type of girl to;
tell you exactly what i want...

Im sorry mother,
I never meant to hurt you...

I miss you a little: a little too much
A little too often: a little too hard...

It has a start, and an end.
But it's up to you to decide which way to go...

A blind man cannot see,
But he can see your beauty...

Im sorry mumma for the horrible things I said to...
I swear none of them were true...

U could tell that i loved u coz when eva i thought...
And like all of our otha fights i thought that it...

I love the way you look at me
I love the way you stare...

We lasted 6 short months
We were just 'two different people...

Who is this girl?
Does anyone know...

~this isn't a poem i just want to know your...
Sorry i lied...

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can also hurt me...