We got a dead girl walking here!
Her eyes are a void of emotion
We got a dead girl walking here!
She's burning all her books
We got a dead girl walking here!
Blood is dripping from her nose
We got a dead girl walking here!
She carves a map into her arm
We got a dead girl walking here!
Yet she looks both ways to cross the street
Maybe she's not dead yet

You melted the ice around my heart
Separting all the bad from the good
Then slowly welded our souls together
Making 2 halves a whole

"do you ever feel vulnerable, or confused?"

And when you tell me you love me,
Each time I believe you.
Because each time I am hoping that you'll believe yourself too.
I love you.

Take a hit;
hurt a bit
and get over it.

marjorie farmer originally shared to poets of g exlib (Discussion):

I would like to share the most memorable poem I ever heard with all here at poets of g exlib:

Trees       by:  Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose ***** snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.