Im not a poet,
and this isn't art,
this is a sharpened pencil;
and a broken heart.

Bring on the butterflies! and let them sweep you off your feet.

Still searching for the one thing that will sweep u off ur feet, and into my arms.

I feel like dying, all these butterflies in my head. no wait just one on my mind.

Just because u have a heart of diamonds, doesn't make it any less stone cold.
plz comment on my poem

Love is like having a magnet in a knife shop :]

Im afraid to still like u. don't u get it! ur eyes are like a fire. u look at them once and its impossible to turn away. im afraid that eventually ull catch me staring into them.
please comment on a poem. please don't just read over this. thank u,,,

Id rather ppl hate me for being me
than me hating me for not

Im holding on, Im hugging close, Im hoping that this never goes away. But little do i know. wat ive been holding on too all this time........doesn't even exist

All being angry is is being sad with a passion.