Why can't I find the words
to put down on this paper.
I picture them,
see what the poem would look like when read.
But these words...
They're just like a hurricane,
blowing straight through my head.
They come and they go,
with the snap of a finger.
These words to paper,
just don't seem to fit right.
Maybe I'm thinking too hard.
Or what if all I need,
is to just let my mind wander free.
Could that really be the key?
To just let this pencil scribble,
beautiful words to paper.

Thoughts of you run through my mind,
even when you're hard to find.
Wishing you were here,
so I could hold you near,
without a fear of shedding 1 tear.
These are the thoughts of you my dear.

I know we're still young
but you give me these feelings,
that have only just begun.
I may not have to much experience
but I know your love is real.
Because when I stare into your eyes,
it becomes hard to fight back those butterflies.
The way we kiss is just so soft and gentle.
This feeling deep inside me,
it makes me feel so little.
When you hold me in your arms,
I know I'm safe from harm.
You're the first thing on my mind,
when I wake up each morning.
But, you are also there
each and every night,
before I turn out the light.
I smile each time you say I love you
the truth is I love you too.
I will give you all of my heart,
For I hope that we never part. <3

She walks through the hallway,
holding her wrists.
Hoping and Praying,
no one will see her like this.
He looks at her,
scared of what he will find.
He never thought,
she had those things in mind.
Or just how much she held inside.
She was always smiling,
what could she hide?
As she looks up at him,
he asks her; "...are there anymore?"
Looking at him with tears in her eyes.
She whispers a small reply,
"Ever wonder what bracelets are for?"
Taking it all in he asks her "Why?"
With tear streaked cheeks she whispers,
"I don't want to die."
For this is what her lover learned;
she cuts herself...
Never too deep, and never enough to die.
But just enough to feel the pain,
to release what she has bottled up inside.

You and I both ask questions,
just like anyone else.
But are these questions,
we ask really answered.
Or just talked about?
The deepest questions asked,
come from the heart.
What is love?
It's a feeling, a need.
Just a four letter word,
until someone comes into our lives.
And gives it real meaning...