I am not what I am,
Nor am I what people say I am.

I am a locked box,
Full of things I cannot share.
I am sly as a fox,
Often portraying that I do not care.

But this of course is untrue.
What do I desire?
You and your unyielding fire.
And yet I can never seem to tell you.

Who am I?
I am the unknown.

Seasons change by month
I change day by day each year
Seasons stay the same

It's assumable that hurricanes / are nothing more than / two am drives home alone / when everything's just gone terribly wrong

hello poetry
hello poetry became my facebook
i use to wake everyday to check my facebook's new status
but since i found hello poetry
i wake up to check hello poetry new poems
hello poetry, where i meet people,
with the same passion as me, writing.
hello petry, is where i take all my happiness,
all my sadness, and all my creativity.
when i don't have enthusiasm to study for my exam,
i go to hello poetry and somehow i get pumped
when i fell in love, i go to hello poetry
when my heart is broken, i go to hello poetry
when i had a beautiful day, i go to hello poetry
when i had a bad day, i go to hello poetry
the world is a place full of happiness,
sorrow, obstacles and hardships,
i have learned to live and survived it
because i take it out on my writing.