{This is a new poem and I'm still improving it, so...
I wish I felt better...

I miss seeing you every day
Or at least every weekend...

Emma
Your my friend...

What's you're ideal first date?
They all ask...

Lips are just lips
Unless you share them with the one you care about...

Someone who looks like me
But Uglier...

I pitied the girl
Who had lost her mother...

Yeah, I like you
Maybe more then most...

I feel like breaking down
Crying on my bed...

Inside every woman
Is something you can't see...

I know about sun, and light
I know about freedom, and flight...

You were out
Alone at night...