I love writing poems. I really, truly, honestly, do. But, Mrs. Henry, I can't rhyme. I was born without that special part of me. I can write. And you know I can. I just can't do it for you.
On days like today, I wonder. and when I wonder, I question. and when I question, I get scared. because me questioning, is me killing the little butterfly i drew on my wrist.
On days like today, I wonder. and when I wonder, I question. and when I question, I get scared. because me questioning, is me killing the little butterfly i drew on my wrist.