You worry too much
You worry too little
I convey my opinions
And violently spittle
Out what you should do
There your life, your career
What comes after that?
Well, don't worry my dear.

The summer left lipstick stains on the tops of trees
Breathing beauty and death in her farewell kiss

Some color themselves blue,
Blowing 'till they've no breath.
Others just pull out the fluff
And throw their wish heavily to the earth.
But then there are those who sit and wait
And the breeze gently carries the seedlings away
Granting that wish which lay unknowingly on their heart.

I have wanted to show you my poetry ever since the day you asked me what I like to do in my free time
I told you I write poems and songs
And I want to show you what I feel inside
The things that hurt me
The things that make me cry
The things that make me happy
I have never been good at opening up
I'm not good at talking
Ask me what's wrong and I freeze
But ask me to write a poem about it
And you will see all the things that are breaking me
I do not know if I want to open up to you yet
You still have the ability to leave
I guess you always do
But it will hurt much more than if you didn't know me
I'm still trying to decide
I want you to know me but I'm scared