Beautiful is the world
But I don't have a single word
that can all describe how
I am feeling right now

Dynamic could be
the right word for me
I feel up and I feel down
At times I smile
At times I frown

Chaos could also represent
the feelings that was meant
to be hidden and locked away
But now shown everyday

Unknown is a word
for adding mystery
To a story that could end up happily
or in misery

I could be dynamic
Everything around me could be chaotic
But the future is unknown

so it's up to me to go on
and find an answer to the unknown
will it end up happily? or in misery?

But all I can say right now

Beautiful is the world
But I don't have a single word
To explain the flow of this poem

Beautiful is the world
And I don't have a single word
to name this poem

So just like our future
Let this poem be *unknown

I almost wrote you a love poem
...but I don't love you.

Your crayola stained lies turned my blue skies to gray
so how could I be happy when there's no sunshine today?
No sunshine today turned to no sunshine to this date
so to this day I'm embodied in the darkness that you made.

I almost wrote you a love poem
but instead I wrote a riddle.

I repose homely in dark spaces
because I've adapted to the dark.
I'm engulfed in darkness
But I'm that gleaming light from afar.

Answer is,
I'm a Star.

Consensus:
Your devious dark deeds attempted to deviate
my direction and detach me from the light leaving me in darkness
but I empowered myself,
debunking your detrimental ways
and becoming the light you tried so hard to take from me.

I almost wrote you a love poem
and if I did,
it'd say I love you.
...but this isn't a love poem!
and the only I love yous I recall,
are the lies you told me
and the truths you told him.

I almost wrote you a love poem,
...and if I did,
If I did write you a love poem..
I bet I'd have nailed it!
...but you ******* it all up
and now,
who's really the fool?

I almost  wrote you a love poem,
and if I did,
it  would have went a little something like
...idk

*because loving you is something I never want to do.

Why is it that evrytime I am trying
To study for my exams, to prevent me from failing
I often find my self just staring
To the ceiling that once was nothing but plain boring
But after studying, the ceiling becomes more interesting
Tell me what is it with studying, that makes everything
Interesting
Well everything, except for studying...

I often look at the ground wishing to see the world
But only to find myself, staring at dirt
I often look at the sky wishing to see the world
But only to find myself, staring at none
I look around, what ever surrounds,
But all I see are the walls that have trapped me

But then I see you with me
You looked at me, and as I looked back
I saw in your eyes,
the real world that was just infront of me