What is love I ask?
What comes to mind...

When will this day come to an end?
When will I pass and see my best friend...

She runs her hands through his messy brown hair
He tucks a loose strand behind her ear...

Destined to become a well known poet in due...
time...

Hold my hand, I don't know if I can take it,
not on my own, at least. I really could use...

You’ll never know
I cannot tell you the real reason...

You both tell me you are sorry, with the same...
I should maybe say, “thank you...

It won’t always be this way
Everyone holds the possibility...

I don't want to be here
I don't want to be here...

Why do you find yourself as a worthless being?
Is it from what they’ve said, how...

Why would you like me?
What is there to like...

Beauty is a drug
One gets so entirely absorbed in her own...