She's definitely lost it
Because she's definitely not here...

This poem goes in syllables 4,3,5,4
Moonlight sparkles...

The memories the smiles the joys and laughs
The only times when our lives didn't look so bad...

I wrote your name in permanent marker
and I wrote it on my heart...

The numbers are
Twenty-seven to sixteen to eight...

This poem won first place in the contest it was in
Funny Faces upon windows...

Words written upon paper
unknown talent never found...

Every time I see you
You make my walls come down...

((I went to hit edit and I hit delete then left it...
Heaven is her suicide...

The dust of the road
Swirled and cleared...

Imma take it back to how it used to be
When I rocked it out in my tank top and jeans...

This is the story of a girl:
Her mom never loved her and told her she should...