She said it's too late
He said you have to wait...

Stop spreading these stories
They're nothing but lies...

It's that little imperfection
That one tiny flaw...

--OK well, this is an acrostic poem using my name...
Cultivating as I begin to grow...

Friendship started with our secrets and jokes
With the whispers and laughs between you and me...

I closed my eyes, just as
you told me to...

The walls are too cold
The walls are too high...

Birds were flying
in a sky of blue...

You've caught a butterfly
And have kept it in a jar...

Tomorrow's scars
Are today's memories...

Too many times
Too many tears...

-Dedicated-
I never thought it was possible...