What makes a poem?
Is it the rhyme and flow...

I have a confession to make
Today was my first time...

People want to be the same
But what they don't know is everyone is different...

Sadness in her eyes
As arrow meets bow...

My blood stops flowing in my veins
As I hear the devastating news...

Wind blowing softly though my hair
Playing with it just like you used to...

Baby, is it normal
To cry yourself to sleep...

So very tempted
To take a match...

Dressed in a pure white gown
I walk down the aisle alone...

Baby smiles
Wet kisses...

Loud and obnoxious
And totally annoying...

Tears fall from my eyes
As I realize what I've done...