Now I have written
Fifty poems...

Now you all know the story of Jack
And at his beanpole he did hack...

Fiery fingers
Running up my spine...

I run my race
With a heavy heart...

Why would I cry?
I got a new cut...

Can you see
The pain in her eyes...

I felt alone when he left me
That perfect one to whom I amble...

This is a story
Of her...

As I breathe
This toxic air...

You were the dark
That shimmered and swayed...

* not my best work, it is about my best friend who...

Take a chance
Get in trouble...