I hate to think that this poem sounds a little...
I talk to you on the phone...

It doesn't rhyme but i still consider it a poem
i miss it all...

Why do you yell
Why do you fight...

I see a boy holding a girls hand
and i wonder why my palms are empty...

Freedom isnt free
to get freedom...

He stole my heart
he stole my soul...

So many feelings are held inside of me
So many different feelings...

Wat do u do
When youâ??re angry, sad, or unhappy...

I want someones hand to hold
i want someones lips to taste...

I need someone
Anyone...

This special woman
Who played an important role...

So unbelievable, i was the one you wanted
Never flirted and flaunted...