Why does it always seem
To happen to the nicest ones...

What's this
Darkness creeping in...

I was born to try
Not to die...

* This isn’t a poem as such, it’s...
I don’t think that I...

You must be at least 17,
Eye colour brown or green...

Wrote this on thursday night
I could write you a thousand words...

The world
Once I could say...

You kissed me, you hugged me
Promised you loved me so much...

When you're old
When your hair is gray...

* I know this isn't very good, but every word is...
There’s so much I want to say...

I have lived nineteen years on this earth
And all I've learnt of any worth...

Like a distant sound
I didn't want to hear...