I'm 16 years old and live in Southaven, Mississippi. I started writing poetry within my journals every night, and sent them to a friend of mine, who published them on his website. I have hundreds of poems around my house (somewhere) , but some are unworthy to be published. Enjoy!
You’re getting low on alibi,
And it’s no wonder, you’re going
Under
The waves.
...
She might be your guardian angel,
But I’m your shooting star.
You’re begging for a meteor,
And a new moon.
...
I saw her, there,
Pushing her hands out towards
The sleeting sky,
Never ending tears mingled with
...