I stared into her eyes, wide under the thick...
***Sorry, I was in middle school when I wrote...

My teacher gave us three poem titles to choose two...
I am filled with a black hole...

The future is blank;
A canvas sheet...

Take a stroll down memory lane;
Smell the roses and touch the sky...

Why did you leave me?
You didn't have to go...

This is mostly irrelevant, but when I was in...
It's linked below. It's titled "She Tries So Hard...