Rip away my bleeding heart
Right from this very chest...
Sorry if this sucks, just had to get everything...
I don't know why its hard for me...
I don't know if this poem is any good... I'm just...
I thought things were good now...
He's the little boy with glasses on
Wearing the same clothes every week...
*This poem is about the views of two different...
Dear Diary...
I was blinded by his smile
I was thrown off by his words...
Bring me the garbage can
Throw away the notes...
If you are reading this
I want you to know...
As I look into your eyes
I can't seem to look away...
If you only really knew me
Maybe then you would see...