This is my old stash of poems that I wrote when I was in middle school to freshman year of high school.
He's standing there
playing with my hair
Laughing and smiling
Life seems fair
...
Would you believe
this little tale I’ll tell
About two friends
Who tripped over and fell
...
I saw the mirrors with silver water,
and immediately, I thought:
I couldn’t do it. I can’t climb it.
There must be another way up.
...
A world without you,
Is a world without light,
A world without hope,
A world without sight.
...
So close, yet so far apart
Lay our needy, wanting hearts.
Trapped with chains, and locks of steel,
Escape seems too far from real
...