Across the room
We shared a glance...

A million silent tears
Poured from the gray sky...

She hides the bruises once again
By putting on long sleeves...

An empty paper stares at me
It taunts as I delay...

I was blinded by his smile
I was thrown off by his words...

With broken roses in her hands
She pulled petals one by one...

You found a way to climb my walls
Instead of breaking in...

*This poem is about the views of two different...
Dear Diary...

She's holding on your hand
He's holding on to mine...

She sits in the middle of English class
Staring at the clock as the minutes pass...

I fear that twenty years from now
I'll start to feel despaired...

I am the student
Fighting the tears...