Dream-catcher,
dream-catcher lift me...
The hidden art
of a painter...
Tell me when I say something rude
Correct me when I'm wrong...
It all started with one word
this friendship became obsured...
A burden of thorns
Placed upon my heart...
To Dear Simon,
You muck up in class...
I'm next to someone on the phone
Feeling so utterly all alone...
I'm not everything perfect,
He says I could be...
Black is the night sky; brightened by stars.
Black is death; saddened by someones passing...
-When reading this poem you will notice some words...
"Its fine," she simply said to me...
We need peace,
I can't stand all this fighting...
I wish I may,
I wish I might...