I made this poem because the highlight of my day...
I sit here in the grass...

Flying as high as the stars,
watching the world go round...

Whispers of wind tangle through the sky,
carrying it far away...

Poems are for the lovers,
spilling their heart into words...

She held the paper tightly in her hands,
scrunching it up with her sweaty palms...

I felt the petals fall upon my hair,
the feeling's so sweet without compare...

Maybe I am,
I can feel myself fall...

Is it natural to feel this way,
to feel your heart just cry...

I saw something in your eyes tonight,
something that made me question...

Dim with darkness now all around,
scared and lost not being found...

A sensation of life falls,
heavy on my tired eyelids...

I look at the mirror,
look at myself...