Poetry is like a rose
Such elegance can it pose
You can read it any time
And it doesn't even have to rhyme
Poetry is like a rose

If I had three wishes, they would be:

1. Forget
2.Move on
3. Start Over

White-out is my worst enemy
It fixes mistakes easily and quickly
Whereas I am here
and I've been trying to fix us from the beginning.

There once was a peasant who was in love with a prince
She was battered, tired, and worn down
He was handsome, wealthy, and well round
She attended his royal ball
She even dressed up like a doll
But he did not notice her
She did not present grandeur
Their love did not prevail.

What does the number 7 stand for in life?

7 chances?
7 missed calls?
7 slow songs?
7 heartbreaks?
7 tears?
7 forgotten memories?
7 words never said?
7