Poems don't have tuh rhyme,
It's not like a crime...

"Heres ta the stuff we talk,
The guys we stalk...

She fell in love withh himm,
He fell in love withh her...

She looks as him,
Broken,Used,&Ruined...

Her tears don't mean she's sad.They simplyy mean...

His way of goodbye,
Is letting me cry...

Honey...Don't yuu see,
Who yuh wanna be...

I believe in love, && in arguing,
in jamming out by yourself in the car...

How cann yuuhh blamee thaa onee personn,
That's alwayss been theree foo yuuhh...

As we both watch the book slowly close, we learn...

"It's funny how when you finally
get over someone, you start seeing...

Face yur fears,
Don't let yur whole life be fillled with tears...