Poetry to me is freedom.
Freedom to get away...

When all goes wrong what do I do?
Do I just mess up too...

The water was a shade of green
to me it didnt seem to clean...

We've been apart for 2 years.
And all I've done is shead tears...

To love;
but not loved back...

Secret are the worst things to have.
Enters your heart and soul like nothing...

I try and try
but all I do is cry...

The sky is growing dark
Waiting for the sun to make a new start...