What I Hate About You
I hate the way you made me smile every night...

This past week seems no less than a century
The pain and tears are killing me...

Roses bloom to full beauty, only to wither away
Seemingly like when to friends go a stray...

I'd be lying if I said she didn't have a big heart
Everything she ever does, you don't have to make...

She was just like you and me
At least of what you could see...

My body is tired, but my fears keep me awake
I try to make it through the night just for my own...

Your so strong, you don't even know.
the people you've helped...

Here you are again at the fork in the road
One way is freedom and pure happiness...

Is it even real? This thing called true love?
Or is it just what stories and fairy tails are...

I reach highest high
just before I reach my lowest low...

Lonely nights brings a familure chill
now too weak to climb my once small hill...

*This is a poem I wrote about a horse I've been...
Started without even a halter on her head...