I think, I think,
I think-
No,
I know.

When grass dies,
It becomes brown-
Brown and frail.

My father likes to sit under tin roofs
While it hails.

I shattered my ankle when I was ten,
I have no cartilage in my knees.

I used to love to dance,
I bask under crying trees.

Our country is ******.
Money kills.

I like to think
It's the eyes that have hills.

I refuse to eat meat,
I'm going to die.

Life *****-
Sometimes I don't even want to try.

I love a boy,
Who resembles a fresh blanket of snow.

His heart is screaming-
I love him.

That's what I know.