Poet

I wrote this for my English class and wanted to share. This is the true story of how I came to love tomatoes

Violets are blue

A story of old my dad told me, turned into a poem

I really wonder sometimes.

I’m trying to forget the people that stopped being my friends, because sometimes it hurts too much to remember.

This is just a small musing about past friendships.

moving on is so hard.

part two!!! there may be a few links between this story and another one of mine... thats for you to figure out :P

given the chance... would you save your failed friendship?

blowing away the seeds

I know its spring but still

Time flies when...