(the beginning of each line is the poem title)
(sorry if it dosnt make sence.. and there may be...
You love brown hair
I have blonde...
How do I tell my best friend I think im loseing...
How do I tell my father I want him to notice me...
You are:
My joyful melody in a silent world...
How am I to tell you I love you?
When to my voice you're deaf...
Why is love compaired to a rose, when a rose always dies? |
People are like snowflakes, each diffrent in their own way, they are how they want to be, and if you change them, they are not themself, that are what you made them. |
Guys are like stars, theres a million of them, but only one can make your wish come true. |