You are a liar not a poet, he said, and your feelings are as meaningful as an invitation made in September, that new year bliss that covers you in new notebooks, fresh pencils and friends. If you could only love a person as much
Someone please save me! for I am lost In his deep ocean eyes I am stuck To his warm, gentle skin And My fingers are tangled In his Save me Please, for I am falling In love
Ew boys. I don't know where the idea for this poem came from, I swear.
Light in color, Mild in scent. A fragile flower is what he sent. A shade of purple that I've always liked. His heart so humble makes mine smile wide. A sign wished for and granted now by this unknown author and a lad's avow This flower of faithfulness will never wither, and affection changeless will last forever.