Love isn't finding the perfect person
its seeing an imperfect person perfectly...

Me- I'm just waiting for the guy that will dance...
Him- Me. As cheesy as it sounds, I'll be you...

From playing with dolls
and now going to malls...

I didn't write this poem but i saw it and thought...
Her dad was a drunk...

You're always trying to impress
But you're never good enough...

He sits on her bed
Looks her in the eye...

I wish life was back to
when cooties were...

She stares at the girl in the mirror
and the girl stares right back...

I pull out the drawer
And take out the knife...

I look into your eyes
And I see past it all...

I see you staring
but I act like I don't care...

I edited this poem...
If you were me for one day...