When I see you smile and know that it is not for me, that is when I will miss you the most.

Why do people have to lose things to find out what they really mean?

I'd rather die in your arms than go on living alone

It's not you it's not me, it's what we used to be

I'm sorry that I screwed things up, and I'm sorry that sorry is never enough...

Hey everybody (:
You all should check out my poems and let me know what you think
Thank you much!!

-Morgan Leigh (: