Poems from NobeleaSmith

When you left, I finally understood why storms are named after people.
Scars
Can you look at someone and see who they are? Can you see their pain?  Perhaps you wouldn't know how broken someone is Because we take one...
If I could
If I could I would  It would start with denial. I would say you aren't the fire that burns in me.  You don't make my heart lurch forward ...
Who are you?
Who are you? Who am I? What kind of question is that? I'm not as outgoing as I seem.  I just want people to like me, To want to get to know...