I look at other people poems and i look at mine.. all i could do is say there poems will always be better then mine.. cause if you put your heart and mind in your poem.. it will come out as a master work

Everyone thought i was more better then that... but it's sad that am doing it... they all see me do stuff that i'll regret forever...

i abandoned my friends for a chance of love... but in the end? it was love that abandoned me....

When you find your self.. stepping on two boats... you know you only have one choice to choose... is to choice the boat you think that is right for you..

Standing in my room..i saw my past .... we made up in my room... but in the end... we broke up in the same place

Forgotten love.. and forgotten memories.. i guess? am better off on my own...

Many people look inside me... and see nothing... but when she looks inside me... she sees the true person i once was...

I told her... i was better off on my own... and i will have my perfect life with out her... But my perfect life? was just a perfect Lie...

I hate to see another broken soul... i hate to see another broken heart... but this time it wasn't me.. it was my close friend edward...

How many broken hearts do people have to face... how many broken souls are gonna be lost? why can't the girls or boys understand and give the person another chance or let the person have another word...