Who is more perfect, you or me?
or maybe the kitty that climbs the tree...

This secret is one
that will be held forever...

She is walking on a bridge
that leads away from her life...

All the dreams are overwhelming
I've lost count by now...

As we bury these razors
the weight is lifted...

This is my message to the world,
the one that may never notice me...

I dare you to be
all that you can be...

She welcomes the darkness
into her mind...

Ok i'm not sure if this is considered a poem but o...
how wise are the wise men...

Please no take this wrong i do not intend on...
scars are disguises...

They still remember the lines
the ones they made...

The day she was sad
Was the worst day...